my poem
TRANSCENDANCE
By Jordan Sloane
If I were to write the beauty of your eyes
Perhaps illuminations of the face
The pallbearer no greater flower buys
Through the benevolent soul escapes
Perhaps transcendent in gaze upon
Beyond the nursery flower take
Pushed away yet tethered strong
For outstretched arms do ache
Ah my love, but I do wait
For long fettered eyes
Seldom serenity used as bait
For their purpose served applies
Save the tears for later days
When love hath done me wrong
For midnight hour a gloomy daze
Sleep, my angel’s song.
In time with love my eyes will dry
With wet glances passing fair
Save for life with purpose cry
Though as for that the passing there
I Foresee, my destiny lies
Among the heart sick lay
Of better days and greater cries
From black and white to grey
Until this day of hope with sun
Of another time perhaps
Of sleep filled nights, not two but one
Let fate control my destined maps
By Jordan Sloane
If I were to write the beauty of your eyes
Perhaps illuminations of the face
The pallbearer no greater flower buys
Through the benevolent soul escapes
Perhaps transcendent in gaze upon
Beyond the nursery flower take
Pushed away yet tethered strong
For outstretched arms do ache
Ah my love, but I do wait
For long fettered eyes
Seldom serenity used as bait
For their purpose served applies
Save the tears for later days
When love hath done me wrong
For midnight hour a gloomy daze
Sleep, my angel’s song.
In time with love my eyes will dry
With wet glances passing fair
Save for life with purpose cry
Though as for that the passing there
I Foresee, my destiny lies
Among the heart sick lay
Of better days and greater cries
From black and white to grey
Until this day of hope with sun
Of another time perhaps
Of sleep filled nights, not two but one
Let fate control my destined maps