A part of my curse,
Inculcated, in marrow,
Nearing kingdoms of self
A wider gulf narrows.
I’m rebuffed, beaten back,
By bluffs from sea-sparrows,
Fall from a deck
On to self-tinctured arrows.
Where you are on green,
I’m red at the light;
When I dreamt I was falling
You stood through the night.
I expect this will pass,
For the future’s in sight,
Where I can’t compete
With gifts in your life.
A future sea-faring
In circular motions,
Just out of reach
From shores of devotion.
When all is extinguished
Find new attuned heights,
Blessed by Love’s arms,
Devoid of the night.
Another beautiful piece Nick 👏
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Ah thank you Secrets ☺️🙏🏻
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Wonderful!
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I’m so glad that you liked it ☺️
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I love this piece, Nick! Really exceptionally crafted and delightful to read. The lilting quality made me feel the waves. I especially love the second stanza.
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I’m so grateful – receiving this from a talented writer and creator, as you are, feels wonderful, so thank you 😊🙏🏻
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