The cold waking life
Upon the lovely earth
Continuing
Hope for higher Heaven
I' the summer sky
In my very heart
Imagining
What more could I have seen?
My spell - the chilly wind on the moon
Shone too coldly - let it pass
I have dreams in delirious eyes
Of Paradise and Love
And
All our young hope.
This Erasure is shared with dVerse - Erasure Poetry.
