How curious...
With each emptied soul
Cleft so precise
A serving to each.
Wolves at the feast
In jovial laughter
Lightly they're sipping
Emotions away.
Immersed in a passion
A tide not withstood
Footing in sand
Washed with glass.
Hull foundered
Tumbled to dust
Weakly on knees
Crawling from wake.
Servant prostrate
As each have their fill
Applauding the "evening"
Balanced again.
Cleaning the mess
Returning to source
Sitting to nourish
To an empty plate.
You are most welcome
You are most welcome
I like this. different from
I like this. different from the normal emotional heartachy stuff I read before and far more powerful
I'm grateful for your kind
I'm grateful for your kind words.