The Fields Where Krishna Plays

In an unknown limbo of the soul I wait

And tread the daily wheel of work and sleep,

The busy hum of mind is dulled of late

For in my heart a memory I keep

Of golden limbs that clasped my spirit close

And eyes divine, pools of radiance,

A smile that from her inner being rose

From founts of love to bless me with each glance.

I live alone apart from want or need

And call upon the Grace that guides my days

To fan this aspiration's flame, the seed

Of silence nourish with protecting rays

That I may hymn the poetry of praise

And walk again the fields where Krishna plays.