The Night You Offered Your Wing
Since the night you offered your wing
You have held the gold key to my soul
you have buried me into your spirit
you have blessed me with righteous hands
you have poured your goodness onto my heart
like olive oil from a jar of stone
and provided me with comfort and rest
from all of my heart aches and afflictions
like a bed without springs
since the night you offered your wing
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
