The heavens at the summit…

 

“Rest your weary wings upon the air”…

Let the wind of love carry you here

Carry you there - as long as it,

Submits to roost with me my, tit.

 

“Let god’s love give all else wings”…

Egrets on the peak of a mountain:

They’ll not be seen in their couplings,

By those he calls his brethren.

 

“Let the wind gather the last prophet”.

We’ll make our nests - our pallet!

Amongst; the heavens at the summit…

In this love - we’ll simply plummet.

Reviews

[MsJewel]

I love the soft flow of this beautiful poem Mark and the artwork you chose is stunning.
:) Julie

[Sami Khalil]

"Amongst; the heavens at the summit…

In this love - we’ll simply plummet."

Love has its ups and down , heights and lows...A wonderful poem...:)................