The gentlest part of me

The gentlest part of me

Born from all I have lost

the crumbled stars
over midnight fields

wind soaked grass
a breath threaded through glass

torn shadows
fraying from the hedgerows

drying sheets
pregnant with sunlight

the stillness before dawn
before the sun shakes out its mane

sound of the sea in the trees
the silence of blackbirds dreams

a handful of blossom
snowing on the seas serrated skin

the darkness
that desires the flame

the slowness of smoke
scribbling its prayer all over the ceiling

calling to the sky

2 thoughts on “The gentlest part of me

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    1. Thank you Tony. I do try and get the imagery to do all the heavy lifting. As always your continued support and championing of my words is much appreciated. Hope the music is going well, look forward to your next post.

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