Of Something Certain - A Poem by Moe

transported in the best of him
free from saints and fleshly whim
torn from right and kingly wrong
deeper towards her lofty song

her voice it sounds of love at peace
such melodies in billowed fleece
to lay his head upon her flesh
where love like water should refresh

and find the strength to hope renew
replant in soil where something grew
in place of what all thought had died
now rests the soul of love's new guide

~Moses Apollo