A Truth Beyond Compromise.

She bears the emblem of the crescent moon upon her chest
Sinking, seeing the warmth of her bosom, I’m in need of a rest.
She speaks to angels who guide her thoughts, she’s seeking
All it is that mortal man hath ever sought,

A truth beyond compromise.
A truth as true as the sky
In revealing her emotion.

Rippling oceans shatter the establishment calm Of palm tree laden bays
Tourists, pleasure hunters are spread into dismay by a blood of the
Goddess’ tears. Brooding on her fears, she’s wasting away the years,
Too long she hath been tearing, frantic at her hair.

He cares but can’t reveal
Or speak of the way he feels
Still his heart doth weep
In and out of sleeping.
Still the Love he keeps
No other treasure doth
He wish to seek.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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