Wednesday, November 24, 2021

ENTHRALLED, a poem

 

If perfection be a thought

Then I’ll think of thee as such

I’ll raise you to a Goddess

I’ll drop myself to dust

The sun shall be your subject

The moon shall be your throne

Your heaven shall exist

Within my mind

May it ever be your home

(Note: I wrote this poem 68 years ago when I was 19.


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