Friday, 10 November 2017

UNBORN.








Cast out of motionless womb
Seals unexpressed opened

Darkness flowing like a mighty river
Light receding like a forgotten dream

The sound of silence fills all
with its deafening trill

Nothing is leading to nowhere
and opening void, bids welcome

Come in to this emptiness and
fill it with nothing

Pressure mounts upon the formless one
Its flowing state becomes entangled

Fear is recast, into reborn hope
The shadow grows smaller

Closing in on a distant shore
Blessings float by, unnoticed 

A golden glow beckons
in a rising hope




Hope you like this little ode, warmest regards Michael.











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