Nothing More

You're my heart's weathervane,
My soul's brilliant counterpane,
My self's well learnt, sole refrain-
I find you, ever more.

The soft fingers of the rain,
The thief stole my heart again,
My lips sacred mantra-name-
I sense you, everywhere.

A witches spell; back again,
The hobo who rides my train,
The love in my heart, that sprang-
There's room for nothing more.

kath
Love, unexpected and overwhelming - once it calls the heart, nothing else gets a look in. A brilliantly written poetice piece. Thanks. kath xxxxxxxxx

Karla Bardanza
Lovely poem!