Monday, 29 September 2014

Silvered Seam

Fallow my space along all shores of sand
Emptied lines trace the waiting edge
Of those who fly

Hidden the silence that holds the blind heart
Knowledge leaves holes in the better part
Of those who know   

Silvered the seam that binds the sharp sea
Fallen wings deem folly the broken parts
Of those who wait  

Rolling of waves the flood tides enters 
Yet who could ever tell the fullness it fills
For those who have waited   


  

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