Dark harbor, sweet harbor mist, lights cutting a way home to me. Calling out your name to the night, it echoes back on the fog in the hills. I drink in the wetness of nighttide. Wrapping my body in tendrils of mist. Cloaking me as you would in your arms.
Dark harbor, sweet harbor mist. I drink you in as I did his essence. Feeling you enter me oh so chilled. My body a hearth warmth becomes light. Radiating heat from love embers banked. safeguard offered by you beloved sweet harbor
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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