Before Heaven Kissing

Reach into the alarm..Of the howling wind..
As thee strip thy soul ~ Before heaven kissing..
Holding on..To the beginning of dark's end..
Where ye shall see...The borders amass the ring...

Where a morning shines....Mid a rivers swell..
As it calls thy name..Mid a fresh meadows hark
Circling the butterfly's wings ~ Wherein thee dwell..
Growing restless aside...The song of a lark...

So abundant....Mid a standing story book's..
Measure of time ~ Body amidst the ages...
Dwelling neath the imperial clouds crispy looks..
So real...That thy hands shall turn into pages...

Thy heart...Shall become once again innocent..
And the howling wind... Shall lose its room for rent..

◄ Artic and Bleak

Breached By Naked Hands ►

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Zuzanna Musial

Fri 31st Oct 2008 03:07

Hello, John

Life brings many winds as well as Hurricanes. One has to be strong to withstand those. Your poem shows the struggle one goes through when the wind is pushing against the body and you try to walk against it... It is difficult to do so. Hope this is just a muse...Great poem!!

Thank you,
Zuzanna

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clarissa mckone

Tue 28th Oct 2008 03:59

Hi John, This is yet, another very nice poem. I could see it and feel the winds.

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