There is a Quietude to the Embers of Night
That drifts through my Memory,
Spilling its Peaceful Melody
Into the Frenzy of my turbulent Sight.
Cascading Ribbons of Violet Haze
Reach from Heaven to, thus, Entrance me,
While Softest Mists of Starlight Glaze
The whirl of my Distracted energy.
Spinning Cosmic Ocean of Dreams
Turn my Thoughts to Peaceful Rest,
While You Sing Eternally
Of Life,
Of Renewal,
Of One Single Breath.
~Morgan~
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun and commented:
Beautiful, Morgan.
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the heavens are alive to the sounds of the heart, and so is God, amen, blessings
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AMEN 🙂
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hope you had a good day on St.Patricks, say me a good prayer, i’m climbing mountains and my climbing gear is rusty, amen, blessings
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Oh dear…I hope that is a metaphor….Prayers spoken 🙂
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Thank You George 🙂 I Love the reblogs!
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Exquisite!
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🙂 So very glad you like it. Thanks Ever So 🙂
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You wove a lot into this poetry and included both aspects of night, the powerful life and the peaceful rest. I could see the purple infusing itself into the whole direction of the poem, too! Smiles, Robin
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I am honoured by your amazing words 🙂 Thank You Ever So!!
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Reblogged this on Lavender Turquois.
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Llife’s breath of Love and Love’s breath of Life
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I like that 🙂
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