The Depths Of Love

Love is a conflicted soul talking to shadows in the dark
Moments pass rising sandbars to cross an eternal winter sea
Calls frozen souls of Time to thaw before the candle light of prayer
Hope is a river of ghosts riding carousels of dreams through Night
Suspires, one brief intake of Holy Fire breathes Life
Treacherous gift to foolish souls, priceless lesson to the wise whom
Live forever in the songs of raindrops, snowflakes falling forever
Sandstorms form the grains of thought which were the worlds
The sacrificial heart of humankind beats One remark,
Love is a conflicted soul walking with shadows in the dark . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-12-31 at 01:02

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