sadness in the night...again reborn with our angels friendship...
In the saturnine moments…the dark and lonely colors of the night…slowly fall upon the early hours of the day.With wings of newborn shadow…the angels’ transference…makes the reality of its being known…as silent footsteps are heard…upon every walkway…during this parade of halos.
And as the movement of wings en masse…inspire life into the day’s newness…movement and light cast the day’s itinerary...while winged guardians…secure the village of souls…dancing to the music of life.
Then it is…that dusk…colors the moments with apricot hue…forwarding to evening…lifting our angels to a higher lookout…where the promise of their kinship will dispel once again…these saturnine moments.
Shadows tiptoing steps throgh a dusk showing apricot hues, and reversing up, where we saw a parade of halos...but all that can't possible lift our angels to a higher lookout because we have weighed everything with the bitternes of one saturnine moment.
Depp, philosophical and with a pinch of dark dementia.
Well done.
Georg
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
This is a great poem! I could visualize every word, every line!
Take Care,
Nancy
Regis
Depp, philosophical and with a pinch of dark dementia.
Well done.
Georg