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Temples of Glass
there's change when awoken
in hours dark
where birds are yet to sing
horns sit in the harbours
silent in abandon
I search within the light
across the mighty mighty seas
of antiquity
I don't need eyes
to see
as I feel
your beauty
cutting thru the fog
its fragments, its filters
emoting in the echos
an open mind
it's playing
a harpsichord of hope
tethered
strung out
wrapped around your anchors
and you're still there
in my blindness
a feeling
free flowing
forever reaching
for a future of living
the eternal verities of life
outside looking back
at the sacred temples of glass
in hours dark
where birds are yet to sing
horns sit in the harbours
silent in abandon
I search within the light
across the mighty mighty seas
of antiquity
I don't need eyes
to see
as I feel
your beauty
cutting thru the fog
its fragments, its filters
emoting in the echos
an open mind
it's playing
a harpsichord of hope
tethered
strung out
wrapped around your anchors
and you're still there
in my blindness
a feeling
free flowing
forever reaching
for a future of living
the eternal verities of life
outside looking back
at the sacred temples of glass
Published 11th Jun 2020
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11th Jun 2020 4:39am
11th Jun 2020 5:22am
12th Jun 2020 5:30am
I love you(r) ink! So many layers that flow together then split apart into unknown depths! Nice to read you baby! It's been too lonng!
-Minxy ❣
-Minxy ❣
14th Jun 2020 9:37am
it's the moment when
the light breaks through that you
should, maybe, hold close
the light breaks through that you
should, maybe, hold close
15th Jun 2020 12:45pm
16th Jun 2020 8:38pm
