A Poem by Francis Voltier

Until this june I have discerned

The penal judgement of my wrongs,

And In woe, in subtle weep for

I there lost my muse and guidance.

Musings that soared without confine

In my past of seldom beauty,

So stirred that yearning deep within,

Of merit i'd so surely gain.

But O that moment, how it fled

From my desire's flaming fire;

That cruelty that drew to me,

Was once mine own that'd bitter grown.

Such deservings of that anguish

Kept my body ill and languished,

My pensive mind in contemplation

Sought the reason for damnation,

And nothing slaked that mind of mine

More then, than the gain of knowledge,

Knowledge which teaches one to love,

Which keeps at bay those wistful thoughts,

And raptures one from halls they'd haunt,


But in one's face I saw it true,

An ancient lore by no means sought

In scripture that wise sages knew,

In all the years their wisdom taught,

Twas the countenance of nature,

Twas the chirping of the lark,

That painted gorgeous sceneries,

That rung so loudly in the dark,

So it is true! that in it's bosom,

One can refuge from cruel deceit,

One can innocently blossom,

From the clutches of man's fate,

For there I find no threat of scorn,

No guilt so large I cannot weigh,

And whensoever my sojourn

There shall be my resting place..


-Franz Voltier

© 2012 Francis Voltier

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The heat of June.....will pass like no other. Your mistakes have sought refuge in the trees. Guilt can be heavy like the frosty air....a caterpillar hopes to become not a moth...hold your breath....Fall now begins...

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Francis Voltier
Francis Voltier

Las Vegas, NV

Aspiring poet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvbYeLjXUn0 more..