New Life

by Rachel A. Gold

I sought so long and far the height of bliss
Had seen all, knew all - so I proudly thought
But never have I found so strange a spell
As you have wrought-

The hours 'twixt darkest dusk and faintest dawn
Have always been the hours for my play
But I am strangely bored by everything
With you away --

The roaring lions of my loosed desires
Have somehow been subdued, and humbly stand,
And now I kneel before your altar fire,
My heart in hand.