Jul
11
2010
Portcullis At Slumber’s Keep
In the chilling twilight I sit, wanting to rid of the
heaviness that hangs upon me. I wait and wait for thee,
the gentle breeze that sweeps
into my benignest sleep.
~Alf Catadman~
Oh my soul why art thou in despair,
hath you tavelling this road alone?
What means this heaviness that hangs upon you,
art thou struggling from a battle of somber milieu?
hath you tavelling this road alone?
What means this heaviness that hangs upon you,
art thou struggling from a battle of somber milieu?
The portcullis at thy slumber’s keep,
resembles your burden so heavy, crestfallen I weep.
I pray that some kind and gentle being,
could place a smile to a soul that’s hurting.
