On days of which my heart hath pled

On days of which my heart hath pled
How long must I wait how long must I
Tread down this path
Of enchanted moments
Less fed by the unquenching
Dread that here lies all
That may be said

For where might we meet
Beyond the swirls of the crystalline
Pools where stand we
As plain fools
Might be

Of love long we
Yet see thee past
The woodland arbors
And willowing wastelands
These wisps of wind
Canst ere be a friend

For long have we tumbled
Midst the thorn and thistle
Tossed and troubled we
Lie open to all
Wandering folk

The joke oft seems
Upon us
Yet wonder still
Might dance
In the thrill
Of romance
Yet when

Twill beckon us in
Fore the worlds
Shall end
And newness
Begin

May still find
A friend
Though short
Are the sands
Sifting through
The glass

Alas
The hours
Remain
The flickering light
Dances dreadfully
Dimmer

Till the dawn
Be dusk
Yet still
The shadows
Shroud us in

The fogs
A fragrant
Bedfellow
To fill
This furrow
Of flesh

Till the rash
Turns to ash
And drifts away

Save the soul
Shall rise
When the rest
Meets its
Demise

Then rise
With eager
Expectant eyes
To thy glory
That awaits

For whether
In earth
May find
Forever
A friend
Shall be
In the ages
Of eternity

-Joshua Lee Foist