Piqued
Let the dew drops dance,
Upon the frozen petals,
As the pounding heart,
reclaims astral levels,
Where the cries are unheard,
Ears deafened with spiritual ecstasy,
Where the words are mere murmurs,
Like raining daisies,
Quenching the thirst of the brightest light,
The mortal form lifts to infinitesimal height,
Light upon me, Oh almighty,
Countless rays of forgiving capacity,
End this being, that lay bruised and tangled,
Or bless me with truth,
Without falsities mingled,
Heal what lies damaged,
Lend a new identity to the defaced,
Battered flutters the trembling soul,
To walk is beyond my ability,
All I can do, is but crawl........
(c) S.S
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