Sunday, June 21, 2015

In The Fog

In the Fog


Catherine without
a Heathcliff wandering
the moors alone.
The fog rolls in
the mist calls out
"It is time to come Home."


"Turn from the pain
of your moor, follow
my song."
It whispers in her ear,
"You’ve been here far
to long."


"The sun will beam
cold, your heart will
mold.
The earth will burn,
your soul, still
yearn."


"There can be no peace
for the soul without Love
can only roam."
Catherine without
a Heathcliff still wanders
the moors alone.

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