Something we need to address is always there at the back of our hearts and when something we love is also aling then perhaps the two combine to move upwards again.
Colin
silently disturbing all that is waiting there.
And yet sometimes it roars and sings,
sometimes it cries and sometimes settles like a dove.
If l could sing my song of love,
would it not be too hard for me to end?
My love escapes from all desire,
and my body yearns for love.
My task is heavy and my burden deep,
my soul is moved by the strong seas.
Swift and angry, yet sometimes calm and serene,
the shorelines changes as we, l walk in its wake.
If l could fly l would leave this place,
find another time amd place to share my love.
And yet l know my heart is here in serenity,
l play the patient game of love must be somewhere.
And await its call to open my wings once more.
Colin Skilton
Poetry by Colin Skilton
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Written on 2009-01-05 at 00:03
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Colin
Heart
My heart does move like the wind across the moor,silently disturbing all that is waiting there.
And yet sometimes it roars and sings,
sometimes it cries and sometimes settles like a dove.
If l could sing my song of love,
would it not be too hard for me to end?
My love escapes from all desire,
and my body yearns for love.
My task is heavy and my burden deep,
my soul is moved by the strong seas.
Swift and angry, yet sometimes calm and serene,
the shorelines changes as we, l walk in its wake.
If l could fly l would leave this place,
find another time amd place to share my love.
And yet l know my heart is here in serenity,
l play the patient game of love must be somewhere.
And await its call to open my wings once more.
Colin Skilton
Poetry by Colin Skilton
Read 637 times
Written on 2009-01-05 at 00:03
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