I hear the waves
like the heartbeat
in the deep ocean tides
as I hold to the memory
of the world's
solemn eyes
Where we touch
in the places
in our spirit divine
where all time erases
the pain
left behind
No battered nobody
no innocent child
shall fall to the earth
Beaten and wild
While I yet draw breath
to stand in this breach
with a chance for one last
to extend hope and reach
No restless night
shall I let pass unanswered
No hidden heart
shall hold their words
If we are untrue,
unkind or unmoved
where will help surface
and from whom?
(August 9th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
