Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Lost...


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Sarah Teasdale


"Creatures are not born with desires unless a satsifaction exists. If life leaves me with a longing that no experience satisfies, then I must realize that I was made for another world" C.S Lewis

Carry on in hope and faith...blessings

1 comment:

Andrew said...

"I...a candle lit...
and...you...still...long to...put(it)
out...by...your...rushing...wind."

I just wanted to highlight my favorite parts in order to form a new poem.