Poetry - 3 - Oh, love of mine

 

Oh, love of mine,

can you hear the tones,

 

that sound divine,

the song of the stones?

 

Hear it’s eternal melody,

that burning souls are chanting

 

the wandering lovers’ story

the sands of time withstanding

 

Ever still, without rhyme,

in solitude we meet

 

opening enchanted wine,

in dark domains we sleep

 

Lying forever in love’s palm,

joined in the stones’ bleeding

 

so far away, intangeable realm

the souls we meet in dreaming

 

 

 

Mark Robson - 24 oktober 1998