Nov 1
I thought you had something I didn’t have
with your God
and your rituals,
your beautiful prayers
I thought you had some kind of freedom
but I wasn’t in chains then
my heart was a vast sea
gathering light
and awe
you thought I was trapped
in some crazy idea
that love was a person I could hold
with desire
I thought love was an offering
a candle
a poem
Eventually, ashes
Angela is dipping into the poetry river again… lucky us…
BTW ashes are essential to a Phoenix.
Quite a beautiful poem. Thank you!