ConstancyA Poem by Lydia
Strange times, strange skies
Can't you feel the earth turn? Listen, slowly and try I have touched to my lips The honey of my host I cannot return to the place I once was Pull me to you like the tide to the shore, I have shown you the waxing of this moon Take me back to the place where trees stay evergreen The planets align around us with little effort, Each one as it belongs Fix me as the North Star Let me be ever constant and bright Millennia will pass before I stray but a little Dwell not on some curse of the past But instead on the highest blessings received for the future © 2019 Lydia |
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Added on February 3, 2019 Last Updated on February 3, 2019 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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