Ode to the forgiving soul
by Courtney Yorke
As the sun set in the crimson sky,
I made frollick in earnest glee
with the autumn leaves at my feet;
I conjure thoughts of love once had
to bear no pain to my aching heart.
As shadaws lengthen
I craddle memories of the past,
and smile to a future I must embrace;
I heard the sighs from within
and the torture of betrayal looms
on my mind.
The heavens sparkle in radiant glow
to a season about to fold;
I feel the pasion deep within
As my hurting soul allows
forgiveness to extole.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
