Healing Of The Heart

Whilst darkness cradles passing hours,
In vaulted rooms the mind had built
Leaving just a glimpse of twilight
Of dreams that heart and soul had spilt.
When stones and mortar form the shawl
That fends the soul from ice and chill
The healing yet begins again
It always has, it always will

by Laurie hill

Comments (2)

Lovely words Laurie, your old friend Tracey
I like what you have done here. It has poetic diction and the situation is well put. Good poem! Luis A. Estable