Five o'clock

Distance filled with mist
Failing the long wait.
Eyes wonder, fact hindered
as truth was ignored.

Fixing a destiny
to breathe the same air.
But if fate forbids the want,
proved effort can't save a doom.

Sunday Morning

Thanking our Lord for the clear blue sky. =)

Poetry.01

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of life
Was ratified this way.

The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect:
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk, —
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life, — each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.


Emily Dickinson