By failing candlelight
The written word
Scribed upon this page
On Autumn eve
With quill and ink
From the poet's desk
Shall shake you from
The depths of marble tombs
Wake your sleeping heart
Upon this earth
Then trumpet and resound
What is my soul,
My breath, my pulse,
My reason to survive
No greater love exists
than mine for you.
The voice, immortal
As the robin's song
Shall ring, reverberate,
Unto the wind
And whisper there
Through all eternity
Tamara Beryl Latham