- home - Art - Poetry by Elias Alias -

~

Cross

That to which the mother

whispers the child awake

rings not from yon tower,

but time's four-tongued stake.

The seasons' threads, e'er weaving,

reveal the form to take,

and Dreamchild, in its finding,

has found a man to make.

~

copyright August 1973, 2007,  Elias Alias

~

- home - Art - Poetry by Elias Alias -

~