Wednesday, 12 May 2010

She is my daily bread

I no longer know solitude’s hunger,

Nor sadness’ drunken days,

My stains of scorn and bitterness,

Washed away by her gentle embrace,

My closet of skeletons

brought out to hang and dry.

They are now dust and ash

and forgiven

Spring has finally arrived.

Winter’s landscape,

swept away by the tide

Of unconditional love,

My love, My love, My love,

my love has finally arrived.