Come hither gentle dove
Strip off the folds of prison!
Waste the metals of chains invisible
Speak out! oh heart of Heaven!
Touch the souls of ones who reach beyond the seen
Contained, restrained, submerged in would be destinies
Unfulfilled
Touch the reaching....
Like ink blotting, spreading blood upon a parchment
Dry as dusty withering cherished books
Not read, but kept
Absorbed through union in an age of dreaming
One drop!
As serves the minds and hearts of all who see who hear,
Who reach within the turning leaf, the icy wind~
Nice poem...in it for some reason or another I seen a drop of dew hitting a pond and rippling outward into Consciousness....your poems hit a heart and I Love them...continue as you are a very strong romanticist...enjoy Love, have a great weekend(+)
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