A sliver of moon

shined in the west

While on the east side

Darkened still,

Caught my attention

When a moment ‘till


In the Distance,

Flashing brightly

A red light

captured me


As if to summon me

to show

A love exists

Beyond what I have known


Inside I recall

the path I strayed from


my beloved’s call


Patiently he waited

as my heart

Began to fall


Holding my heart in the palm of his hands

encompassed by love

With no selfish demands


I am strengthened and peaceful

My head high

Grateful I stand


















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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

carolw’s Poems (21)

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Afterthoughts 0
He plays love 0
The Return 0
Remaining Embers 0
Restless 0
Celestial Presence 0
Effortlessly 0
Grateful 0
Inherited Gene 0
My Love 0
Silence 0
Pieces of Peace 1
Heartsong 0
Abyss 1
Breathe 1
Wander 0
Her Garden 0
A Long Walk 0
Castle 3
My dance 1