NICHOLAS COCKAYNE THREE POEMS
The Abstinence of Being
To walk among the corn alone
At the depth of night, drenched with dew,
Wet to the shin, chilled to the soul.
The abstinence of all you know.
Looking to the heavens above, I perceive
The brilliance of those gone before, yet
The void of those they leave behind.
A star shines with your purity,
And burns into mine eyes.
Yet the shadow left by the radiance of
Your love, behind my mind will ever glow.
As I walk among the amber stalks,
At night to gaze amidst the blessed skies.
You have found a flawed perfection,
As within the earth bound gem.
The tears I cry will crystallise, and
Pierce into my soul.
You have gained in love, yet among
The corn the shadows grow.
Reflections of true love, true intent,
The bitterest harvest I am forced to reap, as
Angels spit and devils laugh, at the
Life I used to know,
The love that used to grow.