Sixty-one still sings
of love and dreams.
In her the seed still finds a springtime earth.
Xerophytes and roses equally
Take root in soil that brings sweet blooms to
birth.
Yet faith is not as easy as it
seems.
One cannot be satisfied to
be
No more than need, an end and not a means,
Empty of the will that gives life
worth.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.