pluck not the light
that blooms
tucked away in roses
which illuminate
the caverns of the
heart
for the petals
glow with phosphorus
the stamens spark
embers embracing eons
the stems are
entwined in the fingers
of the age old dreams of
enlightenment
the thorns
draw the blood of
angels
and
demons
alike
pluck not the light
of the blossom
which heals
wounds
wound
'round the
soul
touch not the
graceful
flower
from
an
alternate
gravity
it is not ours to hold
it's roots
reach down to
STARS
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/4/2016
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
pluck not the light
that blooms
tucked away in roses
which illuminate
the caverns of the
heart
for the petals
glow with phosphorus
the stamens spark
embers embracing eons
the stems are
entwined in the fingers
of the age old dreams of
enlightenment
the thorns
draw the blood of
angels
and
demons
alike
pluck not the light
of the blossom
which heals
wounds
wound
'round the
soul
touch not the
graceful
flower
from
an
alternate
gravity
it is not ours to hold
it's roots
reach down to
STARS
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/4/2016
I'm going to try to read all day today. I have a lot to catch up on. Please be patient with me. I never skim poetry. It is meant to be inhaled with reverence. Its scent fills my senses and often I am inspired to write. Thank you for understanding.
YOU'RE ALL AWESOME!
