Life Bubbles Forth In a Natural Magic
Life bubbles forth in a natural magic
So blinding are the lost nights
so burning the constant tones
etching our blood with stones
Island journeys to find a maze
glorifying mind shapes on maps
Clasping moon shadows in forks
from clouds of our own deception.
In darkness a soul reaches blind
So lost in the ephemeral layer
We sit and stare what hands don’t hold
Our grasp so laden with stories untold
Imagining love as a fractured memory
Seeping through efforts a father sweats
shedding sweeter kindness on claws
In a sea of a burden bites cries of anger
held in ransom future doubt frowns.
To recognize the wounds we infected
We’re not just ours to own, but look
to what we share in sanguine hope
a story foretold in pillowed murmurs
smiling tears of joy, through effort sublime
One can’t blame the pain transferred
Let the breeze blow comfort in her wisdom
As her hand dances around a precious flower.
Copyright © Oliver Furlong | Year Posted 2019
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