Silver Granite
Thoughts deem coherency;
…Passages into eve’s morrows.
Standing still as oak timbers;
Willowy swags whipping thoughts;
Passing under moon spun dreams;
Voices call into wisdom's knoll…
Peering from fields thirsting reapers;
Somber motions rise above elevations.
Listen to ancestral gallows as they echo;
Freedom liberates into eternal reigns…
Harnessed within stones stricken gavel;
Thorns burrow deeper into silver granite…
(Written: April 24th, 2010 10:39 a/m)
In Joy, In Peace, In Grace, In Harmony of Love
Love’s Bounty Embracing Unison's of Truth
“Silver Granite”
Copyright© 2010 Poetess Victoria L. McColley
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