The well calls me

The well calls me

24 June 2016

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Your shadow’s light

It beckons to me

Through the waning open walls

Dividing the space

Separating our hands

 

The reprimands

All things lose power

As your urging mind now calls

A token of grace

Recovery of sight

 

Nights unveil you

Iridescent ghost

Your visits transforming me

Daily nighttime host

My flesh your choice pasture

 

The melodies

Do you remember

They sang in our joyous hearts

Then grief seeped through

As you climbed stairs to heaven

 

Buried in soul

The melodies ring

As I thrive in your embrace

Sheltered by your wing

We fly into night skies

 

Upwards downwards

The journeys take turns

Revolving dissolving paths

The maps lost in Time

When innocence drew straits

 

The walls closing

They hold you within

This house of cards that tumble

As the paint peels off

Revealing your essence

 

Spiraling flight

You me and the light

Nothing compares to your face

Shimmering presence

I dive into your spark

 

The well calls me

Like ravens from dreams

I fall into the waters

As the trees grow tall

Around liquid grave’s dark

 

Reading of the poem: 

bubbles george redhawk creativethresholds com

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