Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRAVEL-WORN, by LEXIE DEAN ROBERTSON Poet's Biography
First Line: The tired stars have dripped their sapphire dew
Last Line: And even stars forsake this high bleak hill.
Subject(s): Love; Memory; Prayer
THE tired stars have dripped their sapphire dew
Upon the little hills that wander home
When night has dropped its clover-scented blue
To soothe the heart of him who needs must roam.
And in the still and twilit peace of now
The thought of you comes like a whispered prayer
Across the slow-tracked miles to show me how
I long to feel your smooth hands in my hair,
While you breathe benediction through my soul
Till all the heated cares of day are gone
To leave my spirit newly clean and whole
And fragrant as your breast I leaned upon.
But here the long dark night is hot and still,
And even stars forsake this high bleak hill.
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