The Lands Of Barrenment I
Wonder if thou dare
over lands of barrenment
envision the bestowment of thine eyes
Allow thy to share
the historians of this land
the tarnished grass of meadows in lye
Ponder the momentary thought
of a land wrought with despair
and the endless motion, crippling hands of time
This fair land once flourished
with the lavish of rose n' bloom
and the Maiden who strolled this land of thine
A benevolent vision of loveliness
crossed over the fields of purity
and filled the lands with her imminent grace
Each morn' she would wonder
wrapped in sheets of fine linen
to capture the rise of a new morn'
The mist of morning dew
graced her face with adornment
as at daybreak I found my love reborn.............
to be continued...........