Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Morning enters the psalm of life
with talons and wings
clutching shadows of night
sand and horizon meet
swirling into patterns
of density and visions
of complexity

I dream the dream of lucidity,
I enter without volition,
you are here
with poems
and bouquets of light.

There is peace in the valley
in all that is green
and fills the heart with nothing
but the love that is loved.

Fine poem. Enjoyed.

'There is peace in the valley
in all that is green
and fills the heart with nothing
but the love that is loved'

Ahhhhhhh

There is peace in the valley
in all that is green
and fills the heart with nothing
but the love that is loved.

my favourite lines... nicely done