Treasure Island

Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Subtle Beating

Heart which took subtle beating,
fills walls with hope again,
as chill of self-defeating
darkness may light regain.

Confessions made in silence
are for those who cannot speak,
Tomorrow, secrets shed hie hence,
soul shines, no longer weak.

Deceit her hunger once would,
like wolf that prowls by night,
Misconceptions harbour, should
drop sin's controls, find light.

Her face leaves trace too graceful,
smile kind, transparent, pure,
No venom shadows hateful
still bait unwanted lure.

Soft touch can calm the ocean
drowns former fears, through skin
sweet scent invites emotion
no longer hid within.

Heart shares a subtle beating
all walls start caving in
Warm peace, release, are meeting
with happiness win/win!

Submitted: Thursday, September 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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(15 April 2012)

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