Quatern Poem For The Circle

Your sight carries a circle around The image of my bleeding stone, To keep straining amidst the sound The strong beats in my pure heart zone. I feel our love being so wrong. Your sight carries a circle around My sharp words, biting very strong My fast pulse and my fatigued ground. We raise self-awareness to bound Our golden thoughts for His glory. Your sight carries a circle around. Hope to keep safe our steel story. Love dance is made to become tense As an arc of torment in sound, But for its immutable sense, Your sight carries a circle around. Poem by Marieta Maglas