To One Whose Name is Yet Unknown by Leigh Blackmore

TO ONE WHOSE NAME IS YET UNKNOWN

Upon some pinnacled and reachless peak
I dimly see you stand and start to speak
A slender figure, lovely as the morn
Whose light is softly ushering in the dawn.

I dimly see you stand and beckon me
From out the darkness; where I long to be
Is in your arms, my head upon your breast
My lips upon your cheek, in careless rest;
All troubles, like great black and deadly birds
Fled evermore away, through your sweet words
Your name to me is yet unknown but when
I learn it; there will be no sorrow then.

© Leigh Blackmore

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