nor stint

nor stint
6th January 2016 Oz Osmaston

it’s possible that spending hours carving archaic language does something odd to your brain…

nor stint thy tears
nor shall I, but rather drink deep
of thy cold sweet water.
my beloved thou art a mystery
pouring forth unexpectedly,
and mine eyes shall see the
glory of thy beauty so rare.
take my hand and hold me
within thy walls,
a fortress beyond price.
only time will tell the making
of the bond that binds us,
forgives us and sets us free.