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Click hereBeats cadenced
Moving in a rhythm
souls entwined
Caught in whirlpools of
dark trepidations.
why are there any doubts,
the skies hold
pregnant promise
fields of waving corn,
Must they become
killing grounds of dreams
or will they stand and bend
sway and hold,
safe in their embrace
As mothers hold their Own
and ones Their Ones
who is the holder
who the shielder,
Should the Moon
shine down on the pallored night
Nay it was
as He made it
a pilloried form
Ravished and taken,
What had I said?
Multitudinous specks
In Gods eyes,
again and again,
the refrain.
washed shells of white ,
pristine in their azure beauty
Handled in fragile cells
gated and shuttered
Make Me in that visage
Hold on
the tears, the rends
who Fixes,
He promised no marks
well not permanent anyway,
ravel them together
as His were once
and will again.
I like the phrase, "killing grounds of dreams",
but have trouble with some of your other choices.
"the pallored night" - isn't it the moon's light that causes the pallor?
"Gods eyes" - whether one or many, isn't this possive?
"in their azure beauty" - How did white shells get so blue?