Miracles in the palm of my hand
23 November 2015
As seconds’ drifting Time within sand
Seeping through the gaps in the places within my clutch
Shapes shifting through morrows now disband
Invasion now quietened, subdued the old seasoned Dutch
Wars in memories’ echo waged
Intentions thrust upon the space of strife now mental
The boiling point steams creation raged
Recipes for metamorphosis elemental
The sword rests upon dark woodened land
In words the pillar, the power, the firm rock thus such
I lean upon you make no demand
The nearness enhances sweetness you would say as much
Miracles in the palm of my hand
Awaiting the injured for vibrations’ healing touch
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