In My Heart I Carry Thee
by Michael Mancha
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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An offering of comfort when distance separates us from our loved one.
I lay my head, with clamor, filled
A beehive my bedmate,
The din subside, the mundane spilled,
Alone with thee, my soul mate!
I reach to touch, to hold, to have
A chariot of sleep I ride,
But then I find, the balm, the salve
Not really at my side
I pause to loathe, the distance woes
And paths that fork and splinter,
Perhaps the seed that one sows
Bring about these winters
Wait! Tis thy sweet laugh I hear?
The silence now is breaking!
Can it be thy smile I see
That soothes my night hour aching?
Art thou truly here with me,
Or, mere past times recalled?
Yes, 'tis thee I hear and see,
Alas, within these walls!
Can height or depth, ever part
Those, true love has bound?
For in my heart I carry thee,
Tis' there, thou will be found.