The Point of Turning
Beautiful words uttered softly to me
Equal the elegant cerulean sea
In loveliness and tranquility
The point of turning sees the tide flow back in time
To places of the heart, yet, unexplored
And depths unplumbed, desires ignored
When cold as deepest sea, frozen as farthest North
Chilled to darkest depths within the vast emptiness
Of this icy prison of a soul
Yet inspiration comes to crack the outer cage
Seeps through that tortured soul, washes from the heart its rage
Replacing hate with kindness and unexpected love
Brings forth renewing courage
From lowest realms to heights above
A very long, cold Winter ends
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2007
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