Thursday, December 21, 2006


Ah! The soothing
of that whispered name-
inaudible, nearly...
yet shrouded in familiarity-
fanning the child-heart.

Yes, the wooing
of that angelic flame-
deliver us, swiftly
from this the darkest night
swaddled in your crimson cloth.


theimhar the philnensian said...

Reminds me of Dante's Beatrice. Sometimes a name bears with it a person's partial essence. The hopefulness in it is endearing.

KGT said...

Thank you for your insightful comment, and for stopping by, Theimhar!