The Poet

by

McKenna Byrne

I am a song of God
Finished on a high C;
If you want to hear
The sound God loves
Listen to me.
I am the rain
Costing you nothing;
Let me fall and rest in you
And I will grow you
As the earth grows grass.
I am a small sigh of yours
Unheard in the world of night;
I am what your breath can mean;
Your dreams taking flight.
Let my words sweep away
What is not of your life.
It is getting late;
Come lie beside me -
Do not even whisper
What you think I am;
I am outside all of what you know
And all you have ever known;
I am the trembling midnight
Who slowly opens her winged darkness
To unclothe the mysterious moon -
The moon that will make you mad
And rain down upon your breathless mouth
The streaming kisses
Of God.

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Why don't you look at Mangan
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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