My darling can save you.
My darling can run.
My darling shines brightly.
My darling’s the sun.
I know she is able.
I know she is true.
Her path has been built and her path the way through.
I hear her in slumber.
She’s the dream of my mind.
She helps me to fly, and I treat her in kind.
My darling is able.
My darling’s the dream.
I am the heart between her and the scheme.
The butcher is buried and too is the sow.
I mourn for them both as I enter the Tao.
All can breathe deeply and all can reside.
The place where I keep every truth and a lie.
The baker is singing.
The martyr redeemed.
It’s all that I’ve wanted.
It’s all that I’ve dreamed.
So may the hearts sing, and may my souls fly.
I’ve buried this hatred.
This hatred can die.
So feast from their fruit trees they've grown just for you.
All our days have been numbered.
All our days will be new.
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Author:
Sydney Zane (
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- Published: August 6th, 2024 09:38
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Appreciated the rhyme in this poem. Good going.
It was almost there for me.
Reside lied singing redeemed
Those words ended consecutive lines Maybe create a mini plot if those powerful ending words were at least loosely woven
Ie:
The redeemed were now singing
The sun gave strength they no longer cry
Truth covers lies , no shadows that hide
Sad shifts aside where joyous reside
What a poem! I read it four times in a row. The sense I am left with is of hope and redemption. Please correct me if my interpretation is incorrect.
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