A Reformed World
Poem By Jack Ashenden
Silent she is, silent do I find her.
Sweet nothings she doth whisper in my ear.
Though sorrow I knew, she gave me a stir.
When I feel pain, she doth shed a loving tear.
Lost I was, she sought me out and found me.
Death I knew, she held my hand, asked nothing.
Never before now have I known beauty -
She is my lovely queen, and I her King.
Depression fix ed in time, I am free -
These bonds we share I hold to willingly.
Frustration, hatred, anger drained from me -
Life anew, resurrection a salt less sea.
No gaping sphere remains, not e'en a thought -
Dying once, this is what I have been taught.