RAPID CYCLING POEMS

LET ME COMFORT THEE

LET ME COMFORT THEE

Let me comfort thee

For I am here

When all is black, devoid of life

Bereft of hope, bereaved of light

Dearest let me comfort thee

When all have turned, you stand alone

Divest your shield, lay down your cloak

Shed full your heated woeful tears

And let me hold and comfort thee

Duty bound, I bid you not

For I stand beyond the province

Love will hold, withstand mere time

If you will only let me comfort thee

And yet you stiffen like a lath

Suspicious glare withholds the vex

Freshly blanched, spill forth your fears

Or how will I ever comfort thee?

Unadorned and bare, your spirit I'll cheer

And fill with glowing resonance

I place my heart into the wound

To heal you as I comfort thee.