Saints (attached)

The blankness of the shadows that pass.
Yet wonders dwell underneath.
Hidden stories that flow like lava mines.
Emotions running deep.
Eyes that meet on the train.
Skin that breathes all the same.
We are each a spark of light.
Glowing intermittently in the cold expanse of now.
Reduced down as the 20th century folded.
The devils may click their tongues, and hide in caves.
Dipping into those darkness pools.
But we are stronger in the sun.
Renewed and burning with a soul-ar flame.
And I move with purpose with an alleviated heart.
Often reminded of the angels I’m among.

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5 thoughts on “Saints (attached)

  1. in every poem there is a hidden story, i like travelling the labyrinth of your mind. it goes to the furthest galaxies bringing back new knowledge, ageless angel’s whispers.

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      • i love stories, they are the essence of our lives, the most fundamental aspect of human connection since the dark ages has been telling stories. and it journeys with the human race.

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