POETRY/HEAVEN-SWEPT

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Pleasing Poetry * HEAVEN SWEPT
* PLAY OF LOVE
* I AM HERE
* THIS ROOM
* TWENTY YEARS GONE
* TIL DEATH DO US PART
* DAUNTLESS DISGRACE
* THE AGED

Heaven Swept
by: Gayla Pledger
( й copyright - Gayla L. Pledger )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Heaven swept through my door, lingering softly at the threshold of my soul,
And there kissed my heart with a yearning,
Without promise of fulfillment nor release.
And I must wonder if my heart aches but in vain,
Across the vast gorge of love's most distant shore ~
Am I but one tear drop, engulfed in my solitude,
Sunken amidst an infinite sea of lovers;
That your sweet lips have never tasted that single drop,
Nor known the difference between each quenching flavor of love's immortal cup ~
Mingled within the unquenchable thirst,
Panting after a heart so full of wanton.

Can you hear the yearning in my voice,
Or attend to the sound at all ~
Above the mighty crashing waves,
Of so many lovers come to call?
Have all adorned your pride,
With such great manliness and honor,
That only the masses can suffice,
To satisfy your hungered soul?

Who am I to think you would ever acknowledge me;
A plain and silent drop, secretly fallen somewhere,
A million miles from your heart's door ~
For you do not know me,
Nor have you heard my name.
And yet, my heart tenderly beats with longing for you, my love,
As the countless hearts which surround me,
Drowning out the whispers of my calling.
If I had but one wish, my fair and gentle prince ~
You would be completely mine,
As I am solely thine.

Ah yes, I am but a foolish old woman,
To dream such a dream
Of love's tide caressing passionately over my soul ~
To touch the depths of my being,
With heaven's most gentle rain,
And thereby release the one, tiny tear drop,
From drowning amidst love's vast and infinite sea.

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