Waiting for your hand
30 March 2020
Shrill banshee
Wailing across seas
She gathers
The seers
Winding through our gliding fears
Within snakes’ coils
Skies burn slow
Within my whisper
Carry me
Into past
When we thought the breath would last
Beyond sentences
I weighed them
Weight of wayward words
Deep set eyes
Shadows, lies
Where I extended my life
Waiting for your hand
Reading of the poem:
The Night is an Ocean – Winter Aid
Softly – Winter Aid
Slumber – Winter Aid
Beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
I’M LONGING FOR A BARREN LAND
The grave will grace me of sandy sounds
Mud and gravel will fill my orbits
Clash against my teeth
Clasp an all too open mouth
I once was enamored
with a girl quite exotic
I even rode
unicorns in the sky
Or so I thought, but they were only
pareidolic figments
Of a feeble mind
wandering from quixotism down to atonment
What a lovely poem Patrick. You should set up a blog sometime. You always had such a special mind and skill for writing
The way theintense depth of your emotions were soothed by your comforting and pleasantly melodious voice really was a joyful experience for me. Thank you for sharing such a delightful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them. 😊🙏
Thank you Sidarth for your kind words. I will have a look at your website tomorrow as it is bedtime for me now.
Thank you for respecting my request. 🙏😊
You are welcome 🙂
Life would be so much richer with an encounter like this 💥
Indeed it would Richard 🙂