Sulphured Silver Tongue
A sulphured
silver tongue
In deep morning
whisper said :
I want to buy
your soul .
A night and day
proposal .
What profit
in the world .
What myriad
ways to buy
a soul.
Only a single
narrow
can keep
it whole
and one .
A waif like
lady ,
veil over head ,
tied loose
around her neck ,
with
draped body
thin ,
gently took my hand
one lone morning
bidding me to rise
and walk with her ,
Yet all
remained
the same ,
there ,
where it was ,
and in the many
places
where
I am
PWChaltas 