Tuesday 4 June 2013

Of Gold

In her hand she holds
a simple band of gold
not letting to be told
not ever growing old
Not even needing to think
going by knowing and instinct
not ever losing a link
flying and will never sink
Sage as a way of living
heartfelt when always giving
emotion gives her shivering
the demons she shed end in quivering

With a simple band of gold
We know when we are not told
For whom the bell tolls
the ardent and the all

The rising after the fall
listening for the call
that beckons, never stall
for we are his one and all

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