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 Apr 2019 Phil Charters
Jaycub J
I may need to rest here
The chill of wind and warmth of fire
together leave me wanting
to be free from time

My rucksack is full now
of sunsets and days spent
hitchhiking in search of the divine
I must unpack a while by the fire

This artifact I see in the light
is a map to where I sit
now in the cloak of shadows
and dancing yellow flames

Each trinket I have carried
for so long is the same
A journey in itself, a parable
all leading to this place
 Apr 2019 Phil Charters
Elena
When I asked you what your name was
You replied and said, “It’s Love”
Then I asked you what your song is
You then sang the song of a dove
Please chirp to me your fancy
Make me rock to your lullaby
Flap with wings that dance free
So we can sing that Love does fly.

— The End —