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.
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Categories: All Poetry, Poetry by Phoebe
I like “through a slice of crescent glow,” and “a muted rhythmic secret sealed,”
Reblogged this on philosophicalpen and commented:
One of those piece that jolts your inner human and lends him a pen to write.
Reblogged this on esremmus and commented:
A wonderful poem from PhoebeMD