Cycle of Life

sculpt for me
from my own will
what brings my heart
and soul to thrill.

write for me
upon my mind
what stirs my yearning
sojourn to find.

quicken my hoping age
in need
to plant a furrow
of burgeoning seed.

whisper into my
patient ear
all the promises
a man holds dear.

lengthen my days
as autumn grows cold
and hours are wagered
as commodities, bought and sold.

and take this pain
from my own breast
and gently summon me
unto my rest.