I Retreat Inside Of Me Poem by James McLain
I Retreat Inside Of Me
Lost vales in holy
unwinding
scent of familiarity.
Waterfalls white hair
flowing unfolding.
Space never occupied
spoken not
a secret.
Small small bird sings
sending feathery
chills
unlike the ice of dreams.
Rain of thoughts without end
planting a field
of hope.
Sleeping a sleep lap
thats always yours
my head lays.
Moon of your face to mine
dark ink eyes
unbroken.
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4/23/2024 9:58:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i love this poem.... it really speaks to my soul