Across a curved continuum
light becomes your envoy.
My eyes distill your essence--
Electric pulses in my brain
create an image that dominates
the tissues of reason.
You find my hidden heart,
within its warding walls.
I am helpless, captive--
tortured by hope.
You stir the ashes of longing,
A small fire is kindeled
on the battlements
where proud banners
ride the winds of change
I am the eternal sentinel,
Guarding a private darkness.
I have waited ages for the dawn—
for the daystar—
and here you are—
passing the gates of my soul.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Outstanding write, Lee!
~~Linda~~
A beautiful statement.
Leland