Sonnet
of Lotus.
Tonight
I have consumed, and shall consume
With
every tormenter to pass away.
To see
the flowers of my soul in bloom,
To see
me rise amidst expectancy.
Yet I
gaze now upon the final flight,
Enough
for one night: slay my sins, bring hope,
Yet
when flight shall fall, what to do but cry
In
wanting, for returns the weary woe.
Oh
solitude, great and beauteous dream,
In
faith we're lost within a sky that gleams
The
calm and superstition of a lucid beam.
By
sacred promises that aren't to die -
Do not forsake my flight to fall, to cry
As all
the world's winds pass us by the by.
© Cecil Field
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| Land of the Lotus Eaters - Robert Duncanson |
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