Floating Strem

RSM0812

Thy wrestled bones in slumber be,

For fortitude of decency.

My mind with vagueness I propose,

How me, so I love the rose.

 

Bent and broke her twisted thorns,

All alone my child be born,

Rested from a slumber of,

Her pedals of the truest love.

 

Bloom for me as the midnight moon,

Lights the shadows dark,

Twisted, turning in a world,

Of ether song and harp.

 

I love thy bed, or so to dream,

As I float into the purest waters stream.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 9th, 2025 06:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem is eerie and somewhat dark yet feels peaceful and serene. A lovely write



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