on the shore of my soul

the white wings of the coming sun
spread across the crack in the world
scattering and breaking
into a dawn after a night
so dismal and dark

a night where i never slept
a war i never wanted to win

silent memory of a pure morning
the heavens dance in the arms of the oak

ebbs the sea of night
flows the tide of light
warmth and shadow are reinvented
on the shore of my soul

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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