Waves
Words that pour like molten bliss,
sweet my muse’s tender kiss~
Joy that flows without a reason,
life springs forth despite the season~
Reasons fall like springs soft rain,
just Being is the prize I gain~
The path to nowhere leads me here,
and in this moment, finds no fear~
Dropping into waves of power,
I find within, my finest hour~
All I treasure, taste and see,
mirrors the love I've found in Thee~
Satprem~
Copyright © 2015
Copyright © Mark Roske | Year Posted 2015
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