Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Poem # 71

By: Jonathan Emerson Hobratsch

One day I wrote her name on my hand,
But then came the sweat and eroded it away.
Again, I wrote, but upon the land.
But it was swept away by the winds--
--No more to stay

No way can I figure Earth to tame.
For upon the stars I'll write your glorious name.
When as death shall all my world subdue.
My life was filled with the joy--
--of loving you.