The rage of angels
Moving about us in a heart by a dream
Holy words taken from thy breath
They speak, of our mad endeavors
Banish the delicate the flower
Silent heart
Handed down
Patient of delight
Glory and fire
As they strike us down
Removing the
Mark our star
Removing
Thy Immortality
The Holy Virgin
Looks away
Unsettled by a pleasant thought
Mistrusting her in her own mysterious groves
The Muse that lied of love
The Hunter followed fast
To kill this joy of ours
Oh for my careless season
In Spite of any severing of midnight
I reach for your truths
Yellow ringlets of
The halo
Just removed
Forsaken' as a ghost
Like my name from your once moist lips
The inmost heart
Blackened by
The rage of angels
Steven Mels
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You write spiritual words ...
so easily and so honestly -- a breath exhaled in poetic mists of ancient times.
Love
Myra
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Excellent write, my friend! I think this rocks! Good to see a write from you, hon!
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