~ Thine Arms ~

To know thine arms, Milady.

When all eyes see upon me

Ignobility and wretchedness;

When mine own eyes see

Hollowness and loneliness

Of a scarecrow proscribed

By a Murder of Scarecrows,

And yet...

Thine eyes must see less

Far less than all others

For thine arms do not hesitate

To cradle me within thy sanctum

Thy basilica of peacefulness;

To know, Milady

To know thine arms

Is more than all this world.

--Misery

Reviews

[Meraki]

Oh my dear friend you are no scarecrow in my eyes. How lovely a poem this is. I wonder if it's sweetness mimics that of being in her arms. If so, I wouldn't mind finding myself enveloped by them. Beautiful...

[Misery]

Thank you, dear poet.
I was in a much inspired "Cyrano de Bergerac" mood when it was penned.