Take my mind that often stirs
and is unsettled by passing blurs
and bring a halt into view
where I can rest like a child new
I will be deep in an open sea
in the quiet of eternity
Eyes lay shut and tongues are still
surrendered to a peaceful will
There I know a world apart
from this broken and useless heart
and all I hoped a place could be
is wrapped inside a soul set free
(November 26th, 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...
