The Ancient Dance

Originally posted on Birchpoet's Blog:
Love still speaks and ever flows, in places where the lamplight glows. It walks in colors through my nights, indigo fires burning bright. Speaking in tongues of beauteous things – harps and crowns and golden rings. Though love lies sleeping, in my dark, it starts such fires, with it’s…

The Watcher

This is a favourite of mine!   The Watcher – I am the face in the darkness that keeps you awake at night, For I glean from your countenance a vision of fear. But there is no malice in my heart; I am fascinated by your need to sleep; To induce yourself into the state […]

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