It Half Endears the Abstinence, This pain is Missed in Praise

I like to see Love lap the miles

To make sweet debts for a lifetime

Those hearts which took

 

The best and worst of each other

In mutual risk, for an isle of  spice

I have purchased here

 

Disappointment with you, for free

Turning, hungry, lone

You have your son to find

 

Riches and eat shelves of the clouds

While I must shiver, poor

Afraid of more of existence

 

The far end of my tired days

Where there is not the resurrection-skin

The sustenance I had in you obtained

 

I like to see Paradise in a person

To make bitter tell-all tears

For hearts that advanced the journey

 

One step in Beloved returns,

Taking eternity to her final term

How slowly then the seasons must have turned. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

I see Dickinson, always nice to find a familiar face among new found words

[Prolific In Verse]

The words are never new, perhaps we've read some of the same poets.