Wisdom Of The Old Compare

Gentle lock in gentle stare
Wisdom of the old compare
Sounds a voice, like echoed thunder
Beneath the seem in endless wonder

Crown thy head among the roses
Senseless fist in simple pose
Thrones have marred my earth feet
Beside your nectar heavenly treat

Bound are we in earthly form
An endless calm, before the storm

Besiege on a bed of roses
Sweeping hand upon my nose
Warms the cockle of my shell
And I am bound, beneath your spell

Poem By Darryn John Murphy

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