When bright bursts of love enkindle my mind,
And my hesitant bonds have lost control,
My essence subsumes ev'ry thought I find;
I feel the fire in the bones of my soul.
When chill winds of freedom caress my heart,
And warm bonds of friendship my cries extol,
My bonds to my shadows are burst apart;
I savor joy in the bones of my soul.
When the quiet hours of a sleepless night
And slumber elude, minutes take their toll.
When sweet visions of fancy take their flight,
Gratitude gleams in the bones of my soul.
The architecture of my love is whole,
When I feel loved in the bones of my soul.
Mick McKellar
January 2021
It is good to feel loved deep in the fiber of your being.
Mick
When all discussion is complete; when all debate has ended; when all factors have been considered - what I post here comes out of my mind...
Saturday, January 02, 2021
In the Bones of My Soul
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'jes not in the middle of January! LOL!
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