MY heart was wandering in the sands, <br />a restless thing, a scorn apart; <br />Love set his fire in my hands, <br />I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. <br /> <br />Surely, I said, my heart shall turn <br />one fierce delight of pointed flame; <br />and in that holocaust shall burn <br />its old unrest and scorn and shame: <br /> <br />surely my heart the heavens at last <br />shall storm with fiery orisons, <br />and know, enthroned in the vast, <br />the fervid peace of molten suns. <br /> <br />The flame that feeds upon my heart <br />fades or flares, by wild winds controll’d; <br />my heart still walks a thing apart, <br />my heart is restless as of old.<br /><br />Christopher John Brennan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-was-wandering-in-the-sands/
