Nearer to
the shell of time
I dwell within
a deep sublime
I crest the waves
of the bar beyond
and dream of days
far past gone
There your deep
hypnotic soul
sings out strong
and in velvet tones
Once like the blind
I stumbled past
all your beauty
and broken glass
Then in one
life changing scene
you bled me red
and I touched your green
The world looked down
its elevated nose
and our emerging romance
faded then froze
Yet here I wait
in an old tinder box
to kindle the flames
of the love we lost
and if you can stand
the heat that it brings
perhaps we could cut
these old strings
(September 3rd, 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...
