for all.... unto the dark, it beckoned me.. tip toe not here.this light reveals nothing.but this... weeping souls shall drift not free..upon voiceless waves. knee deep i wade within. oh now i drift also.. caught by life the living. no shelter from such eyes. what more than longing than being ...what more. till i step upon the shores to view such solid souls. with passion dripping moving freedom... we come along as one. moan i do and shall forgive yourself somehow... for mind and heart are whole... if allowed what more, than this..life. than being..you will feel truth . the will, will out.. thank you lovenpeace from saff its late im up ,all the house is quiet yet the night speaks of all...if you listen...
The willingness to embrace another flow of feeling... more than neutrality, equality may be blissful... a thankful, joyfulness; an eagerness for your response. Spiders and crickets, webs of sound, layers of interlacing, under cereus garden glow.
Good poetry as always, Saff. Been a long time since I posted. Thanks for the poem, glad to see you're still posting here! Yours, OneUndone
