Passion

• Thomas Woolnough, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

The fire of thy hair makes the twilight spark,
Cooled only by the blue gates to thy soul.
With unparalleled grace, thou find thy mark,
But calm its pain that is a toll.
The world is crumbling around us all
And war ravages the land like a plague.
Yet thy heart remains tender and full,
The difference between friend and foe is vague.
Thou speak of life with such passion,
Though despair hangs like thick fog in the air.
Our lives continue and days are a ration,
They slowly end and it's not fair.
And should death cease it's blunder,
I'll join thee in thy slumber.