Dark Poetry #4 |
A Time to Love |
~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
Her name whispers through angels' wings As morning breaks through the dream I am on my knees I pray to glimpse her face smiling she never disappoints me she rises she shines & I am bathed in the light of her silence. |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
And you, ~K~, just vicariously bathed my soul with this poem. It takes me many (sometimes very many) lines to say whay you say in so few perfectly beautiful words. Once again, you inspire and enlighten! Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
this is such a stark contrast to "A Time to Kill"....but often the passion that sparks anger is the same passion that sparks Love. and here, seems so serene, picturesque.... if the same person inpired both poems that is understandable.... but this hidden here in the dark forum leaves me to believe someone was left unrequited? you are intriguing |
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EveGnosis Member
since 2002-02-21
Posts 300New York, USA |
oh my god, this was perfect. for those who need to, replace she with he. universal love. universal, period. i'll always need a friend, one i can defend. |
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