Watching breath rise,
In a cold wrought of ice,
Looking up to one star,
Naked eye doth suffice.
Girl, that bright far star,
Reflects my love's own device.
From this mile stranded heart,
To yours, warm where you sleep,
Through cold heavens I start,
To your heart that I seek.
To that gentle heart,
This poem, miles left to leap,
To your lovely brow,
As you peacefully sleep,
This, my love sent to you,
This cold watch that I keep.
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Comments: 27
A sense of distance clearly came across.
Thank you for sharing this fine poem with The Surreal Circus.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost