Open Poetry #11 |
Midnight |
DYME Member
since 2000-07-29
Posts 104Texas |
Midnight **6/00** The hands on the clock Move like your hands on my body The steam that rises As we bathe in rosepetals This moment is everlasting And satisfying to my soul Soon the petals are dry And the candles burn out I then wake up from my dream Only to see midnight DYME NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL PROSPER... ISAIAH 54:17 |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
DYME, Interesting metaphor in your write. Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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