by redclay | Jun 1, 2020 | Poetry
Divine Light
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House, May 28, 2020
I stare at her reflection.
Caught in the spark of spirit twinkling in her eyes.
The skin sags, the smile twists, but the eyes… The eyes shine with the soul within.
Windows to an innocent heart.
My very own piece of divine light.
by redclay | Jun 1, 2020 | Poetry
Dreams
Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House, May 28, 2020
Dreams, fantasies dancing in the dark.
Puzzles piecing together in my consciousness.
Bitter memories flowing into sweet lessons.
Building blocks for a sounder morning.
Dark past translating into tomorrow’s take to be told.
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