Sometimes….

the silence of my dreams

gives rest 

no Gordian knot to stifle or suffocate

leaving my limbs numb

my lips swollen

my heart straining

my boundaries breached

battered

bought with solitude

peace swirls and twirls

a sanctum from the wild hunt

nary a word said

i see all the wonder

some of the possibilities

exposed

not vulnerable

cossetted by hope

reservoirs filled

actions without conditions

peace be in me

sometimes

 

 

Advertisements

4 comments

  • Terrific

    • Thank you!

  • A wonderful poem Leila so visual. Interesting photo too.

    • Thanks Kim!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s