Sandy Star I

by: William Stanley Braithwaite

_Sculptured Worship_

The zones of warmth around his heart,
No alien airs had crossed;
But he awoke one morn to feel
The magic numbness of autumnal frost.

His thoughts were a loose skein of threads,
And tangled emotions, vague and dim;
And sacrificing what he loved
He lost the dearest part of him.

In sculptured worship now he lives,
His one desire a prisoned ache;
If he can never melt again
His very heart will break.





Next: Sandy Star Ii
Previous: Sandy Star And Willie Gee

			Report Privacy
	SHARE	BOOKMARK