Come With Me

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Come With Me

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #136

Come with me now to the roads I have strolled,
The steep descending valleys of my musings,
The lone coasts where I warred the wild waves,
And empty nights where I last hope embraced.

Come with me now to the gardens I abandoned,
Where Thy face appeared and vanished leaving
My heart shattered and bruised and bleeding,
And this the brook my bitter tears witnessed.

Come with me now and peruse these tomes 
Where my soul speech is cast in rhyme,
Where sorrow and woe find their rhythm
When night conducted its black symphonies.

Come with me, let us sit by this sullen river
That mocked my heart’s turbulence for Thee,
And that cheery bird who slighted with melody
My anguish that battled with low desire.

Yet perchance if these should blacken Thy mood,
I shall hold these forever in my bosom O Beloved.