At play

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 Beset in a human type of spindrift
 Silent acts of flapping, fleeting caws  
 Dawn gently melts away a rolling fog
 As night temptingly slips off it’s drape
 I feel on my skin the chilly air, breathe
 As my weary mind wanders aimlessly
 To recall all of your missed touches
 Spoken words of love and their hope
We are those children no more, sadly 
 Angelical face of such sweet promise
Gone now, there- beyond that great pall  
 Shivers race feverishly through my soul  
 And I further wonder again to myself;
 Would you return, if you really could,
 To me, my heart, my arms as it once was,  
 Or would you remain- my lost forever?
 Oh how my tears even fear your thoughts
 And reluctantly fall- away from me too
 Now only my shattered dark emotions
 Will share their seasons… without you
 
Poet of the Light © 2020

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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