Golden Light
Shown from above
His calling card
As I now know
Him.
A Brief Sigh
From my lips
As I feel
The air around me
Change.
The Subtle Shift
As Time
Caresses my Soul
And
I know he's
Here.
The Warm Cleansing Rain
That falls
Around me
Flows at my feet
The echo
Of your arrival
Still in my
Ears.
Your Precious Velvet Rose
At my
Fingertips
The
Thorns
That bite me
All
Reminders
Of
You.
Lisa,again your words touch us, reach our darkness AND yet in them, we feel the light from your soul.
ReplyDeleteYour gift of being a wordsmith, is actually OUR gift.
I am honored to know you, and to be able to read your honest poetry.
Christine.
Lisa,again your words touch us, reach our darkness AND yet in them, we feel the light from your soul.
ReplyDeleteYour gift of being a wordsmith, is actually OUR gift.
I am honored to know you, and to be able to read your honest poetry.
Christine.
:D You too
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