When bosom is spent

When bosom is spent

7 June 2020

Courtesy daisynetwork.org

 

Wild flowers

Slender fingertips

Atonement

Peering through

The face like a daisy’s gait

Nimble and humble

 

Meadows strewn

Pathways scintillate

Meanings sink

Into heart

The soul a wolf singing low

Songs of never more

 

Breathe me in

I am canticles

Chiming through

Desert rain

I am remainder of pain

When bosom is spent

 

Reading of the poem:

Stive Morgan – Ice And Fire

When the light dies out

When the light dies out

7 June 2020

 

Light is love

Darkness breeds the hate

We translate

Emotions

Anger is a reckoning

Of the love waning

 

Northern star

Life is within you

Embracing

Nothingness

I feel it your soft caress

Piercing through the veil

 

Hold me close

Within your bosom

Love to flout

All about

The darkness tends to blossom

When the light dies out

 

Reading of the poem:

Quinn – I will believe