Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Looking Up #374
Looking Up Until I find, in rest, Your face looking down from clouds of Grace, looking up, I'll stay embraced in spy of eyes that span in space the here to there and anyplace at all that holds in clue or trace a smidgen of my love. My Love, will I be found still in gaze at moments of my twilight when eyes frosted over and bones frozen unto Hades seep deeper and deeper into the schism of obscurity, I wonder, or, will, still, heart follow eyes and rise from arms of death unto arms of Life, unto arms of Love to the One whom I admire? |
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Looking Up #374
Looking Up #374