The Beaten Whir by Bob Paris (c)2015

Out there along that distant point

In here around my beaten whir

Race yet along leapt paradox

That takes me here nor there 

And when I see your shadow fall

Upon the path doth lead yet yonder

Past hallow come and ghost upon

This rubble in mine breast


Then I shall know beyond all doubt

A truer heart not ever known

This rose upon my vision hast

A dying breath bequeathed 

My darling oh my darling love

I sing you yet to heaven’s shore

For up from this here pyre of bone

A flame licks all the sky 

You were you were so young

So fair

So eager to go forward

And I shall sing you evermore

Here in my beaten whir


By Bob Paris ©2015 all rights reserved