Monday, April 4, 2016

National Poetry Month 2016 - Poem #3



Hostage to the night
Clearly enslaved by her grip
She is calling me


Falling in her peace
I am gazing at her stars
Past exposed...ready.


Open to her light
So here I am at her will
Ready to receive
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