tribal dreamsA Poem by Deborah Shepard Come to me in placid rain, my body is sorrow Fill me with everlasting glow
I shall fill each coffin with amethyst breathe Fall on my soul, come into my heart in sweetest wisdom , loving teachings There are many harmonic unearthed ways to seek me Through waves of distinction, ride each forgotten feeling Through rush of each beat, touching invigoration each cell
that rush and whisper, twining happening In accents tribal dreams Worlds I seek many who thrive flowing ascension streams
Savor me in to your world, I am not rest, I am revealing Quite crawl to my eyes, see the twisted wires in the window
Sensually slither through ever crevice, seeking pleasures
Capture me in the dark, thus light is my
Release all inhibitions to me, surrender , I am lost being
© 2008 Deborah Shepard |
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Added on August 20, 2008 AuthorDeborah Shepardyelm, WAAboutABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..Writing
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