Sunday 23 July 2017

Call for Backup..


Never mind
How many can 
Be stacked on a pin...
How many occupy
Your every breath?
How many could reside 
Within the chambers 
Of your heart?
Waiting only 
For your Invitation
To remind you 
Of a love so complete
You might for the moment
 Wonder
How you could have
Doubted 
This Love 
Is upon
Your each and every breath
Just waiting 
To be summoned into 
Action
By your request
And allowing
I won't blow smoke
And suggest
This personal odyssey
Called being human
Is all syrup on snow cones
Kittens with mittens
Though they do also occur
While one plummets 
Into some of the darker
Avenues of their psyche
If one must venture 
Within the realm
Of their own shadow
Wouldn't the light
Cast by a league
Of Angels
Perhaps 
Save a few
Stubbed toes? 

R. O'Neill  (July 23, 2017)


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