"Fevered"
(The first of 2 poems by Ms. JH)
FEAVERED
Fertile mind doth barren flesh
persue.
And as a flame of darkness burning now --
I from my bed of pain arise
And seek
and stare with blind eyes.
As if my dream of you I'd find
in some dark shadow --
brightness, kind.
Sweet physician, dark and fair,
Flies my burdened soul to you.
And strive to stay and enter there --
And some entwined communion
to sustain --
This "self" of mine can find no gain.
~ Ms. JH
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