Sweet though these wings of the wild
they soar as if they have fire in them
their crimson tongues have buds
of tastes that digest yellow dreams.
Of all the thoughts that lighten hearts
is the thought about nothingness
there is a beauty about the emptiness
that fills when thoughts leave.
And when they leave for ever
the charm of life dawns.
... brilliant and reassuring, a rare concept of mystic convergence with lines penned down by a poet in emergence...well written.A frank 10 for you Mr Samson..
deep thought, , , song of songs, , and the emptiness, , , , well written
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samson - and when I lay at night on the lake in the dark. I lose my boundaries. The waves become my toes, and the heavens become my fingers. Blessings to you - Cheryl