In a Stranger Land

To carve upon the sky a deeper rim,
we build a mountain; this may sometimes seem
like deconstructing worlds that once were fair,
and planting them to face oblivion there.
In keeping winters warm we want to dream
the cold is gone: and if the sun should beam
us brighter lights to chase the silver air,
and bring a better golden wind to bear!
But if I could so easily change this land,
I would but add just one thing by my hand,
and that is: You, in simple glory shown,
and near me you would always be: to love
you is my pleasure, and all words above
know no more greater wish than this alone.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s