Holy Desires Poem by james watkin

Holy Desires



This wan sprite of a saint-like
Encircling of you
With moonlight for a halo -
Could that you take firm hold of!
Adoring's pure mist a-glow
Odorous all through.

At your day's burning centre
Of all your world-acts
Love's is an orb in sun's place-
Could that the morrows be told!
Loyalty of unturned face
That innate attracts.

Monday, November 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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