Outside the Circle of StonesA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAre they apparitions that dare lie to me now, come to lick my wounds with beckoning messages..........I have wandered into an amazing sight, with movement at will Lying behind a long sleep of my pure listening breath Clouds break forth that were once charming In all their melancholy words of patterned distress Much kinder skies press lightly against the chest of my spirit Life encased in silken petals, exiled now from grief Just to know the touch of a healing heart Has become home to rushing waters that seeped I sit in a room containing a subtle touch of my future dreams That I believed did not exist outside of mere images Are they apparitions that dare lie to me now Come to lick my wounds with beckoning messages Sweet joy scatters where cold arrows of fragility once flew Amid numberless embraces introduced with care Shining on ripples of pain, bringing change Into the one breathing space where I now stare Now I stand inside a circle of stones with my eyes closed Surrounded by possibilities with qualities that spin I am now quickly approaching faith anew Inspiration to step outside this room once again © 2011 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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