As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.
Tag: love
High and Clear, Poetry by Joy Reid
How can I not hear you, how can I not
HEAR
when every molecule of my being seen and unseen
aligns to you?
All the filaments of my soul,
all the particles of my bone,
all the partitions of my heart,
and all the meanderings of my mind, all my
impassioned, whispered, wandering imaginings, feverish hopes and faith,
love. Love? Love!
