Storm: Old Tom and the Tiger's Cage

 
In crystal sheets of earth’s despair,  
The wanderers, no refuge find,  
Cold gates to ravaged soul assail.  
 
Sole denizen of alley cans  
To heart now caged in foreign climes,  
He slipped the bars, her world approach.  
 
A single candle, guidance home,  
In mud-roads full of lifetimes’ want,  
With glowing of Blake’s burning night.  
 
And she beginning, sings the hymns,  
His song, her plaintive cries recall,  
A shelter gained, they’d never known.  
 
Within her breast, he holding sway,  
In whispered ayre of muse’s keep,  
Assuaging thunder echoes still.  
 
The coming in, with selves widespread  
The storm, now only wet remains,  
Two souls encircled, slumber, warm.  
 
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