Diaspora
Stars, hovering over us.
Floating emotions,
Love's moonbeams.
Eternity, strings on her bow.
Hearing the wind blow,
God the creator.
We are magnetic and charged.
Drawn into action,
Blinder than bats.
Forced to surrender. Finally,
The storm has come
And we are complete.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013
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