She called for him when all the streams ran high;
when all the winter woods were full of stars
and courted by the sound of his guitar
she lay in raptured silence for reply.
He whispered, “All is well, and all is well,”
she shook him by the shoulders, ruffled there
and ripped her fingers through her night-blown hair
before she said, “It is not truth you tell,
for you look at the world with sleepy eyes
and do not see the lava of my soul
which weeps and pines, and brings itself above.
The peace of all is just some failing guise
and I can see your own heart, half a whole
because you never truly learned to love!”
Lisa Morris is a freeverse and formalist poet, nature explorer, artist and traveler. Formerly an agent for authors, she is now author of two books, “Your Love is Inconvenient and Sublime” available on Kindle, and “The Sorcerer and Other Poems” available through Rainfall Books. Lisa is married to surrealist Cliff Snell III.