Instinct Problematic -
As owls to oaks I know you,
in ancient springs,ravines and sunlit scenes,
persistently pushing passions and hushing lovings,
my immoratal instinct allowed to blossom in terrestrial precincts,
combined with you vulnerability is a prospect I render to the wicked,
salt is for sins, as sand is for sundown reparations,
with undefiled freedom wonders fly on winds
and no beast can deny my wins with you over fears by the years,
phobias of mean faces, painful places and shadows of my core crooked,
You are my star and I am your shine,
the mountains we climb, how strongly we do -
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2012
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