It’s Such a Common Glory


I am a prisoner of myself
Abiding with thee
Our share of morning and night

That does suffice the bliss of two
And blank in scorning
There are stars everywhere

Some who lost their way
In a pain-comet trails of time
With a minute circumference

Of a single brain, a gamut of eternity
Alone and undignified
I am a prisoner to myself

Abiding with a world
Without care or vitality
Luckily I have you –

Who sweeps my heart
With rosewater and honey
Until eternity, putting love away

In a bowl of water
In a gentleness of gesture
That can only save me from myself.

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