THE DORMANT SPIRIT

Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am

I see the Sun triumphant rise,
a miracle in morning skies,
yet sleeping still my spirit lies
dreaming of you.

I gaze upon the tranquil Moon,
beneficent nocturnal boon,
my spirit knows not night from noon,
dreaming of you.

I hear the dulcet voice of rain,
murmuring low its sad refrain,
no melody can soothe the brain,
dreaming of you.

I feel the breath of icy wind,
tho’ by malicious North designed,
it cannot penetrate the mind,
dreaming of you.

T. C. Hudson
15th December 1937