Mood, these moments of being, the troves of time
In reflection, thoughts as words line by line
Treasures vaulted within this heart
From which reverie has its start
Garlands of thought ever free
Gifts of life bequeathed unto thee
Now and memories of old
Mark this time yet to be told
What pray tell am I to understand
The God within holds loving command
And so this moment born ever new
Troves of time betrothed to you.
In reflection, thoughts as words line by line
Treasures vaulted within this heart
From which reverie has its start
Garlands of thought ever free
Gifts of life bequeathed unto thee
Now and memories of old
Mark this time yet to be told
What pray tell am I to understand
The God within holds loving command
And so this moment born ever new
Troves of time betrothed to you.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Beata Beatrix, Oil on canvas, 1864-70, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882, Tate Gallery, London
2 comments:
I am so wasteful of the "troves of time betrothed to you"! a lovely poem Rose Marie!
Theanne, We 'spend' time according to our perceived need. ENJOY... Thank You for taking the time to visit... Loved you are!!!
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