slow evolve

catefrances Posts: 29,003

July 2008 edited July 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

holy oaks
and windswept moors
ancient circles
darkness descends
figure approaches
quiet contemplation
soul held out for all to see
clasping hands devoid of all knowledge
waiting now for your commencement step

hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say