Fostering The Mirage of Ships

Loves tender read burns up in the night.

I can't escape the waves of good bye

fostering the mirage of ships sailing 

side by side on their way into the

battle of hearts where explosions

bombard the mind and soul.

Hampered is the spirit slowly

rising from the wings of heaven's

angels taking their stance in the

everglades.

I'm put into a trance by your

hypnotizing cries for release

from the fires holding you

captive to your rage.

However high the flames do

burn, remember how the ways

of the sun drench the flesh

with their warmth to give

out the everlasting glow

of the light burning in the

mist of your tears.

(c) Copyright, Joanna Maharis, 2015

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[Thunderbird]

This poem provides an insight into the inner chaos of our being. :)

[TL Boehm]

hampered is the spirit slowly rising. That's beautiful.