Streams of raven clouds bend low
through a slice of crescent glow,
into guarded boughs below,
I run to your embrace.
Thickened dewdrops wet my skin
weigh upon breath’s waiting grin,
mesmerize my soul within,
I linger ‘neath your wings.
A song forlorn the sky reveals
a muted rhythmic secret sealed,
Heaven’s lament, abandoned zeal,
I kiss away your tears.
Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
Your pictures are as delightful as your words … where do you get them?
Thank you kindly. Most of the images were photographs which I then digitally manipulated to look like paintings. 😊
Very clever, have yet to learn about digital editing of photos … I really like them.
Thank you! 😊