Nov 2016
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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
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
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
