in your space

BLUEBELL,JPG
in your space
my heart dwells like a
bluebell on the edge
it has always been another morning there –
I remember –
always one more morning
for yet another hope
emerging
from the soft meanders of a night
which
cried long too long
a hope perhaps not too strong to manifest anything
never like a horn
yet
cutting through all
the harsh silences of each
astute balance in every
fact of life
lifting up my bluebell-heart
which
couldn’t care less  innocently
dwelling there in your space
on the edge of things
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About elizadavies

Being a human is an awesome thing. Being able to name the awesomness of it all - sends my mind veering dangerously and beautifully ... Naming the Invisible is my life long challenge ... words which live, describe life and eventually impart life ...
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