Peaceful Place
wrap me in threads of moonlit grass
just for this single waning eve
though blossoms rest on quiet waves
I feel split from the halves of earth
as wickers of fear grate me within--
then come for me; be the thread... and as
night becomes my morning blue silver
if only to taste this light in soft of hours
and touch the kaleidoscope of my eyes
when all this grating phobia vanishes;
then let morning thrill upon evening
on its limitless, seamless fearless place.
Debbie Guzzi's Fear Contest
2012 and Brian's Any 2012 Poem
By nette onclaud
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