Mourning light stings
the eyes of the soul
on shoreline strings
frayed yet whole
We danced in the dreams
of our wind shorn cries
and there did we lean
on truth and lies
The hidden construct
of our nature broken
left us struck
with words unspoken
and yet somehow
we knew and were known
and there did we bow
to a future shown
You stepped away
and I watched you leave
Though there was nothing to say
there was plenty to believe
(September 8th, 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...
