Less I speak

Vested seeds that I have sown
Where now I rest within this silent groan
For meek am I before thy hand
Is there hope you'll understand

Solace found by a humble crumb
That I have found upon my thumb
Concealed within the thoughts of what I've heard
Was I lost within these foreign words

Twined of hand and slight of heart
Where once was life now cold departs
So lost am I within this heart

Solemn vow I say to thee
Where now I rest on bended knee

Less I speak in foreign tongues
Beneath the light of yonder sun

Foretold to bare, but seldom told
Less I speak, admits the cold

| Poetry 1 | Poetry 2 | Poetry 3 | Poetry 4 |

| Poetry 5 | Poetry 6 | Poetry 7 | Poetry 8 |

| Poetry 9 | Poetry 10 | Poetry 11 | Poetry 12 |

| Poetry 13 |

Copyright © Darryn John Murphy