Morrows in the Sun
2 February 2016
You cast stones
Forgetting ripples
Your mind hard
Tired bones
Every hurt that you discard
Builds a waning castle
You can live
You can also die
In between
Nothingness
Even in shadows of Spain
Stories will be told
All we see
Dreamtime’s harmony
Oft disturbed
By dark thoughts
Night mares mere taunts in flashes
Of hooves beating sand
We will reign
The scars of the past
Into love
Forgiveness
She is deep like the marshes
Bordering mind’s land
We hold high
The hopes of our hearts
Yet we flaunt
Shields of tin
We forego the love for taunt
Smarting soul within
Crushed dreams
Give but few breadcrumbs
Trails gone cold
Eaten hearts
Oh the wincing how it smarts
When the heart grows old
I restore
The blackbird with blue
Fingers locked
Brush ablaze
Breathing out a love so true
Your face in a haze
All the lies
Now they’re washed away
Naked stand
With your love
Your blue heart battlefields’ death
Yet the surging bliss
Do you feel
The morrows have come
Creeping slow
Yellow glow
Collecting wild daffodils
Resonating thrills
You sink deep
Feathered rainbows splash
Across you
Coloured hue
Your body an artist’s dream
The gleam of moonbeam
They come fast
The morrows that last
You’re sinking
Heart blinking
Red SOS love’s inking
Splattered in your mind
Remember
Morrows in the Sun
When dark calls
And love weeps
Between our bodies it seeps
Glory to be whole
Reading of the poem:
Inside her – Evi Vine
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