Culling the HeavensA Poem by icelandicblue
Oh how I would cull the stars
and the moon from the sky should I be able to whitewash the darkened path you travel. I would bejewel the sinister forests of your thoughts with the sparkle of hope and the glow of love despite your resistance- gladly burning my fingers to their very marrow if the hell fires that cast long shadows could be thrown asunder. You must look toward the light my sweet until it quickens your heart and fills you with the peace allowing the inviting warmth of a future waiting to be plucked from the very bosom of salvation, for it awaits you by the warmth of a hearth kindled by choices well made. © 2013 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on October 25, 2013Last Updated on October 26, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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