.
life lives with or without you ,..
*but what will become of
the unwritten psalms ,..
when the darkness will not sleep (?)!
that like the murmur in the shell,
its echo dwelleth and will dwell*
***like a black swan of loneliness
enwombed in a whiter shade of pale***
wilder blows the dark wind
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
.
life lives with or without you ,..
*but what will become of
the unwritten psalms ,..
when the darkness will not sleep (?)!
that like the murmur in the shell,
its echo dwelleth and will dwell*
***like a black swan of loneliness
enwombed in a whiter shade of pale***
wilder blows the dark wind
November 20, 2016
Post script:
saved from slowly falling off the ledge
saved from the dour within myself
saved by an angel of mercy who said:
"they can only meet you as deeply as
they have met themselves"
Thank you, JV ―
your poetry, empathy and muse
heal wounded wings
and bewildered souls
with love's gentle touch ,
an iron hand in a velvet glove
... sometimes too deep is something to be
when you've got mountains to move
