Shall my love's saying soul Flange the running sands? Shall her timed hand repeal Laws of the flying weather, 5 Clicking rains that drown my ears? My love's soul shall tongue Sugars rung from the hourglass; What clouds compose she shall mock: Her flung hand shall winnow 10 Wet ghosts of the clock. Should my turning love say Her soul's weathers in my ear I should unwind the cloudy leaks, Rain sand hours out of hand; 15 And one heart should flood all lands.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.