Fearing the Storm We Hereafter
Fearing the storm we hereafter
Have sadly adjourned;
For the tapestry and
It's symphonies directed to me in three's,
I cannot abstain the thought,
It's touch
Nor it's feel.
Caress it with my adamant hands it harkens back
An age,
Where the mind was conjuring secrets with it's brothers
and it's sisters,
Friends and foes,
Off the glow and it's been undone,
Off-shore 'this where it lays below.
Copyright © Kevin Pina | Year Posted 2014
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