I know of something acquainted with the nearest shadows...........
I know of something acquainted with the nearest shadows seeking to stand in my Eden. Seen as flames my footsteps have gone from this world I no longer taste their freedom.
The cold hard ground checks my validation, keeps me here every day. Beautiful places like that of my Eden make passion felt even more, losing the mask of my face, slip sliding away.
All the beautiful seals are removed from my bells. However, I still hear them ring. My feet once danced as unbound flames in my lovely Eden. Until shadows sprang from pages and began to sing.
Moments are erased revealing thoughts, opening the heart when the earth hangs on a day’s silence. Questions rise then crumble into the nearest shadow’s hands that fight my splendid Eden’s wildness.
Such talent you have my friend. I just love this one, there is something about the shadows that is starting to appeal to me these day. Your imagery is alway so splendid. xx
I love the beautiful images of this poem
something tells me this poem is more
about grief than losing Eden to sin
It has a touch of melancholy in it
It's beautiful.
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