by Theresa C. Gaynord
Walk with me through fields
of shining flowers
where deep orchards withhold
Quicken your heart and lose
divination's imminent oncomings
of another sphere.
Gaze upon water-pools serene
that gleam under leaves
in an August moonlight,
unknown world to a changed life.
Listen, sigh, and mourn
at the silence
on what shone behind
as hope dwindles dim,
Feel your way through the darkness,
while tides wash ashore
with fleeting love, renewal
© 2020 Theresa C. Gaynord
Theresa likes to
write about matters of self-inflection and
personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of
body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan
nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete
gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be witch and a poet.
(within the horror writing community).
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