I Only Wanted to Pray in Peace The Sunday Whirl #234

The last window,
the last eyes light night’s fire,
surrounding the trees are my soul’s wishes.
I go out the door
looking for a revenant;
ink that has the power to enchant
soulful voices of dialogue in emotional synthesis.
Pouring slow into these hours
souls sigh in the clear air
branches reaching to engage the sunrise.

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7 responses to “I Only Wanted to Pray in Peace The Sunday Whirl #234

  1. I love that last line, Pamela. Splendid.

  2. Breathtaking poem, Pamela. The voice in your writing is strong and evocative.

  3. Trees and branches will just as much be witnesses to the longing to revert back in time. Wonderful lines Pamelita!

    Hank

  4. I see a bare tree in shadow in the dead of night..standing outside looking at it..searching for the lost and the loss..ink that has the power to enchant – sometimes the only comfort..so very good to read your work again too Pamela..peaceful prayer is the very least we can hope for at times

  5. Wonderful imagery. Sorry I’m late, got caught up in other things. Good to see you here,

    Elizabeth
    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/

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