heaving heaviness my bosom rises and falls
the night utters weariness to me
the need gathers and I bring the shadows within
restless spirits who know I understand them
creedence true, lovely ones they are
sinking in deeper I behold them
it is a sacred art to converse
poetry a secret language
only those with knowledge will know the honesty of it
whispering prayers in metaphors
my voice rises heavenward
into the onyx kindom
many eyes lay witness
the incense in my soul pleasing
the melody I sing accepted
greetings to the host
it has been some time
in the mortal realm I toil
a rush of waters
are their voices stirring the communal pool of thought
it trembles then settles as they await my news
somber of heart I announce my difficulties
with solemn eyes they peer into me
my sage Father among them
child of the dawn, come forth
my soul enters his inner sanctum
gently he admonishes, take the bitter with the sweet
I'm a well guarded soul
needful of nothing
wandering the mortal with purpose
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I love it, Brenda.
thank you graciously dearest Adagio ❤️
Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously I appreciate your thoughts ❤️
wonderful work my dear crim. always aspiring.
hello dearest Wally it’s wonderful to see I hope you’re well thank you my friend ❤️
Perfection is your middle name. Excellent. xox