Legends Bartered
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I kneel 'neath the moon, soft-suffused in its beams,
My toes dig through sand, wet and cold as the tide,
Nigh midnite's raw wound I beseech to dark dreams,
Why heaven's heart, sweet, won't move deep inside?
No more do those charms of my faith light my soul,
Though here by the shore I can taste Zion's breath,
So where has the joy gone that once left me whole?
O Calypso come christen your bloom with my death.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt - Let's Write A Lento" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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