of wood and lace…

… And here in silent waves

of glass

in emerald


i turn and face forever

in soft fog

of natures


..and slowly when

the need comes strong

in deep wet

wounded air

i hail at

soft bleeding notes

in muted


..and to young heavens

greatest gold

i offer merest


of all i ever

pray to be

in dreams

splayed tough

and taught

..and in small grace

of seldom known

in pinkish tickled


i hold on tight

to softened me

and bow to life


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2 Responses to of wood and lace…

  1. AinaBalagtas says:

    Profound as always!

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