Diverted by a distance light

Dreaming hopeful and sifting sand.
A hollowed doubt in a burning hand.
As eyes peel back and strip the moon.
This silent feeling is gone too soon.
We count the days that fall like birds.
With tarred up feathers and swallowed words.
Two throbbing hearts break forth and run.
Leaving shadows and souls in that dying sun.

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Taken from Everyday Miracles – out now

26/09/202126/09/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: light, love, sunTags: art, hearts, light, love, moon, poem, Poetry, rhyme, sun 2 Comments