Lord of the mystic dream
A seam split deep
inside the mystery
and dark the history
did deliver
did delve
and floated listlessly
back before
life had been
Lady of the magic soul
A river shallow flows
across the lands
of beast and man
and drives
and strives
against every plan
and all wisdom
is brought low
Worker of the humbled heart
where the fires start
in the cave of time
and the slaves of rhyme
reasons
the seasons
and comes to find
a better truth
as day departs
(September 1st, 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...
