Sinking feathers

Enlighten my mind, as you take hold of my palm

and trace my fingers with yours,

running them crisply down. Then, again, we meet.

Something tender about your manner captures me with concern. 

A deficiency in lust, somewhat more loving in your nature; why am I not used to this?

We pray to God for a silver-lining in life. We hope to God that something more can occur from even the greatest of things, gone wrong. Where is the downfall here, 

I can only anticipate the sweetest; honey, in place of rotting sugar.

Reviews

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. beautifully written ... these words are hopeful and yet so intriguing ... i so want to be a believer too ... and "only anticipate the sweetest" ...

[Lily Mae]

Powerful.. the last line says it all.. I really feel this...x