The Wordless One
You are the one
Who stands by the grave of my sorrow.
Your lip,
So sweet about the rim I cannot but your beauty sip;
And fall back to the river,
Bathed in sweetness - flowers floating;
Drift back to the garden in your arms,
Beloved of the road;
Protecting and removing me
From harm.
~ Gifts to the Goddess ~
Poetry of Innocence
