'Finally'

Ere the cloudless dawn-

of joy,i limp with no plight-

towards thee who art-

not afar from my vitality.

 

To Thou,Thou art in my-

thoughts from dawn to-

dusk in the pathway to-

The Surge Of Joyance where-

euphemism lives in silence to-

defy the beauty description of-

the vale of gold i heed and crave-

in my icy-life of woe.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful words gave life to this amazing poem. I love how you use the language. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Dayran]

Nice and smooth.

[Thea]

Nice poem again...
Keep it up!
:)))