The Testing Time of Spring.
And when I feel the insidious scars
on the thin surface of my skin
when many far-off cold winters
have tired my brows to tears
cutting trenches in my youth
wherein all beauty lies
before we turn into weed.
And when I reached my slumbering mind
freshened up some reminiscence from past
I found, a simple but out bursting sigh,
is more evident, more divine and more alive
than the most precious thing I sought for,
and grieve of grievous thoughts, now gone
now vanished from my sight.
And how and when I sometimes run
so far away, so foreign from my heart
where troubled shame and wasteful woes
lie hidden in deep temptations,
I know, that beauteous, fair and alone
will be set out again, like smiles
from the great tenderness
of other hearts, bleeding just for me.
April 2017 ©k.c.