Clay cloak clotted soul in <br />Is sacrament enough for thee; <br />Who cannot see heart wood <br />For twisted towering trees; <br /> <br />Sun will one day sink <br />Below shivering saline shore; <br />Upon sacrificial day shalt ride swift; <br />Waves astride life no more. <br /> <br /> <br />Candle shalt know at spluttering last <br />ghoul guttered starvation flame; <br />Shalt burn no more to revealith perfections <br />Drunken burning hot life refrain; <br /> <br />Through every pore such beauty flows <br />Pours forth blinding quivering light; <br />Suffused could it only be, in cool <br />Shadow embracing satin black night. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-thy-arms/
