a very poor homage to ms. dickinson
And love's deceitful touch promises eternity
I own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
When the Father speaks of mercy and our heavenly home
And of a loving God who requires my humility
I own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
When at last Death rides in upon a cold wind blown
And through a black vacancy does usher me
I'll own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2014-02-23 at 04:15
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i own my bones
When thoughts of dread mortality about my mind do roamAnd love's deceitful touch promises eternity
I own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
When the Father speaks of mercy and our heavenly home
And of a loving God who requires my humility
I own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
When at last Death rides in upon a cold wind blown
And through a black vacancy does usher me
I'll own my bones and mine alone.
Yours are wholly yours and lonely yours alone.
Poetry by halfjack
Read 933 times
Written on 2014-02-23 at 04:15
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