when love's flame
rises
encroaching the dark
birds singing dawn, chirping
grace
or finally knowing what to do,
after such a long time
of unknowing
spreading a caul of light over
the horizon
until the sky is clear, safe, free,
and you may continue on
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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"spreading a caul of light over
ReplyDeletethe horizon"
Lovely!
Thanks, Paul...
ReplyDelete"...and you may continue on."
ReplyDeleteSetting free.
Yes, yes, yes.
Oh, I like this composition.
Blessings~