Silvers Soul 2
Silvers Soul
Silvers Soul dances on the moors in the soft glow of the shimmering moon
Flitting across the sky
like a shooting star
in the blackness of night
Her soul aching and burning,
waiting for him to come over to the other side
She transcends time and waits
in the darkness, condemned to this place that is nowhere,
yet everywhere all at once.
Forced to watch
the golden glow
of life and love
she gave up to save him
from the war
between both worlds
she belonged to.
Amy Peek-Domestico 2006©
Silvers Soul dances on the moors in the soft glow of the shimmering moon
Flitting across the sky
like a shooting star
in the blackness of night
Her soul aching and burning,
waiting for him to come over to the other side
She transcends time and waits
in the darkness, condemned to this place that is nowhere,
yet everywhere all at once.
Forced to watch
the golden glow
of life and love
she gave up to save him
from the war
between both worlds
she belonged to.
Amy Peek-Domestico 2006©
posted by A Farce called Life at 4:04 PM
1 Comments:
Poetry is so deeply personal and heartfelt. Wordsworth referred to it as the "spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings."
To comment about your poems would be blasphemous, but I do read them and sense the depth of your passion.
I hope all is well with you, Amy.
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