Arisen with new
Fire,
The cold ashes of my heart
Are
Awakened by Hope's soft singing,
Emerging from the dark.
Bright, blinding
Blazes
Become the wings of my very soul,
Flapping a fire storm,
With a course charted for the Sun.
The scars of lost love
Remind me who I was:
Despairing, thinking that
I had lost it all.
But
The dreams of new love
They leave me
Certain,
Sunrise through midnight
That
I can have it
All,
Rest and rolling waves of
Peace,
When my heart's inside Your hands,
And You move it as You will.
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
