It could have been too late
like a desperate dream replayed
long after the moment passed
spun from shadows cast
and memories that would not fade
Yet you arrived when all looked grim
The aurora itself was growing dim
We stood at the edge of disaster
and found our happily ever after
just as the darkness settled in
Each cut and every pressure builds
a newer peace and stronger will
No matter the terror in this night
or the melancholy of past plights
I plan to hold you ever still
(December 22nd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
