My heart it breaks
at the water's edge
of my Shiloh river
and my sunrise songs
All I knew
or ever said
runs the course
among those throngs
Once I drew a story
inside a wishing well
as we felt the glory
and broke the chains of hell
Once I knew
your inner chambers
deep and wide
and full of light
until the shadows
lashed out and
hid you from
my sight
The world
it walked me
past the many graves
of better men
and even slaves
who dreamed of things
I got to see
on the darkest of
my nights
There I ate
the bitter herbs
and drank a wine
that few imbibe
There my spirit
would come to learn
there is no such thing
as time
(August 19th, 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...
