I reached within my soul
It’s an afternoon…of the lazy sort.
There is a storm.
Its brewing.
Its broth like texture.
Offers no answer..
I reached within my soul
It’s an evening…of the quiet sort
At you, I stare.
In – to those eyes.
A glimpse of your soul.
The void is seen.
I reached within my soul
Its night….
Take my hand,
Look into my eyes,
This is now.
This is real.
I reached within my soul
Within my soul, You remain.
Photograph by :
Lesly Leon Lee
2 comments:
beauuuuuuuuutifully written! where do you find the flow of words?!@#$?%$%??....I read this TWICE! ...
and still in AWE!
Tim ,
Thank you ! You cant imagine how much hearing that means to me.
This poem one of those pieces I scrutinized so badly..
God Bless dear !
Hugs,
Sherril
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