Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Crafting - A Poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

 

The Crafting

 
 
My chalice for filling,
with wine for the wedding.
Heat searing the course
in the craft of our melding.
 
Aged-leather for binding,
the creature still raging.
Horns worn from uncoupling
the craft of forgiving.
 
Soft pillows for muffling
the screams of unlocking
potential from chaos.
 
The craft of life's longing.
 
Love waits for the day
when illusion gives way.
And hearts are thrown wide
to the child lost inside...
 
Who remembers the dreams
and keeps them alive,
for the ones who survive...
 
The long night of
the crafting.
 
 
3/12/2013
 
 
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