Saturday, March 6, 2010

Labyrinth of Sorrow

Stem the tide which brings to me
A labyrinth of sorrow
Upon the passion of the sea
Its waves rise up and cry to me
But I cry, nay, tomorrow

Hold the sorrow in your womb
With lips so blue and cold
I cannot embrace its gloom
Or offer lilies on its tomb
Or eulogies untold

Yet if I do not taste your kiss
Or drink your bitter wine
You may consider me remiss
For greater far the sorrow this
That you were never mine

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Janet Martin

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