Quiet Lion

WL Schuett

Snow falling through

a hole in the roof. 

Blue lights in

a Thousand castles .

 

Through the door 

that no longer opens

the Quiet Lion 

still speaks .

 

My Fathers whispers 

still ring in my ears .

Through a house full of dust 

and windows made of Stone.

 

Barefoot at the waters edge

trapped forever in the slack tides .

Something inside has broken 

I know it will never heal .

 

Into the kiss of the summers heat .

The rumble of the brown Earth.

The rhythm of the gentle waves. 

A tolling of a lonesome bell .

In the swirl of the quiet light .

His name is always on the wind . 

 

May the Angels speak

the ancient whispers

and sooth the Quiet Lion . 

Say his name for peace . 

 

 

  • Author: WL (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2019 22:26
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 80
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Wonderful tribute to your father. Exceptional writing.

  • Goldfinch60

    May that peace be forever with you WL.

  • orchidee

    A fine write WL.



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