Monday 9 April 2018

Your love comes to me


Your love comes to me
in darkened shadowy places
where I forgot to turn on the light.

It spreads over me as a halo
of hope, flecked with gold and tears.

There is nothing unfathomable about
the lifesaver you toss to me.

It is the circular support that buoys me
when those menacing morays
want to nibble at my dangling toes.

Your love washes over me
in gentle healing waves
nudging me towards sunnier skies
and remedies unashamed.

It is the glimmering of universes
dancing on the petals of unfolding.

Fountains sprout where thoughts
once threatened to drown.

And I am saved
by your love.

mj poem


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