love stretches its fingers
across the rising of the sun.
desiring to plant itself inside
a bundle of sweet peace rays.
finding its core nestled upon
the backneck of delicate hope.
it reaches. lifts up.
to wipe the shine of
humility's justice across its brow.
settling in as a lighthouse for the
brutalized shattered souls.
their feet broken. yet,
trekking towards wholeness.
love splashes upon an ocean
deepened by a multitude
of twirling sails. singing a siren's
song of faith. sweet delight gingerly
riding on the caressing waves
of curled beauty. morphing into
a harvest of psychedelic
golden streaked crowns. to be
worn by the downtrodden beloved.
the saving grace of beautiful.
finally, the horizon has issued a healing
call on behalf of the lonely.
they shall know truth's joy as
they rest in the arm span of life.
love knows.
Copyright 2011 Regina Y. Evans, All Rights Reserved
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