in the hearth <br />of the earth <br />of my mind <br />today I saw <br />a man who <br />suffers the hour <br />to understand <br />the flower <br />his son had become <br /> <br />he paid the prize <br />heavy as grey <br />light as hay <br />that showed the way <br />to unlock the star <br />like the worth <br />of the earth <br /> <br />his son came <br />back to him <br />like a whip <br />like a ship <br />a star a flower <br />and he was <br />the father <br /> <br />who suffered <br />the black hour <br />in the grate <br />of the crate <br />of his mind <br />where he paid <br />the prize <br />that showed the key <br />to unlock the tower <br />of love's mind<br /><br />Elna Nel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suffer-the-sour/
