JOHN ARMSTRONG
poet & painter
poet & painter
TRYST
Beyond the melting of the moon
Far past the last breath of the sun
When time has all but withered
And eternity is unspun
When all the stars are specks of dust
And gold itself is less than rust
When lack of faith lets slip God’s trust
And darkness is his last riposte
When shadows can no more exist
Love will take grasp of doom resist
Traverse the lonely emptiness
Upon the echo of this tryst
One light will burn for God to see
It is the flame I bare for thee.