Speeding for its wrath and comfort
Stripping us bare
Down to our inner workings
It coddles us with contempt
Caressing our skin
Then turns to nip at our throats
In lustful spite
It is too simplistic,
Falling into her radiant grace
So simple,
To falter beneath his might
There are no lines
No straight and narrow paths
For it curves and sways
Genuflecting before no alter
What we all crave
Is to tread this wilderness whole
Bound in unison
Done away with earthly fortunes
What we all crave
Is the rising sea of anguish!
Terror of the quiet earth
Beloved, relic of man
Treasure this warmth
Well into its misty suffrage
When torment comes to pass
And cradles you to a lonely fate
This poem was featured in my first anthology entitled "Guardian of the Inkwell: A Collection of Ramblings of the Poetic Persuasion". It is available for free here on lulu.com: http://www.lulu.com/shop/william-l-wright-jr/guardian-of-the-inkwell-a-collection-of-ramblings-of-the-poetic-persuasion/ebook/product-20548322.html If you enjoy this anthology then please be sure to share it with friends and family members who also enjoy reading poetry.
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