Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Garden

Once the armour was gone
and the gleam of his soul shone out his eyes
She caught the gleam of the gold
and it let her put down her shield of pain

Believe and shine

Two clouds on a gentle breeze
lightly brushing past
the lightning and thunder of the gentleness
The sweetness of emotion
as
It illuminates and shakes
The Darkness of the Universe.