Conscious
in our Mystic place
hidden like children
we whisper
and watch
Tides churning
over the deep
where we sleep
and we snore
lost in our thoughts
Breathe in
the night
and second sight
and all we've been
and all we're given
Let hope return
on wings aloft
Like a soft
and dewy
snow storm
driven
(December 2nd, 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...
