battle
life's dusty road
- battered senseless
by winds of change
time
and motion.
The end of days
are drawing near
as miracles unveil
a deeper purpose
mending
tatty hearts
resurrecting
the dead
- in a single
silvery strand
we stand
unarmed...
The war against self
is finally over.
mmmm, so beautiful, Nige. Thank you. Yes, I think it is over.
ReplyDeleteI will be an ancient warrior alongside you, Nige.
ReplyDeleteI think your poetry is really beautiful.
xxx