Sleeps gentle Repose

 

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Weary is my soul, so I send myself to bed for sweet repose.

My limbs beckon me to rest for they are all but tired of the

journey that floats and lingers in my head, my mind is a

subject of deeper sorrows.

 

Let my thoughts not abide too long within me, send them on

their way, let their feet take them on a pilgrimage of safety

far away from this poets eyes that droop from tiredness and

its spell.

 

Only the blind can see through the thin veil of repose, watching

as angels wings caress tired eyes and give them sight again, the

blind now see no more shadows or sightless scenes.

 

Oh beckon the gentle moon that makes night so beauty filled

hanging there alone like a jewel cast in its roundness globe

shining its reflection over earth’s ghastly tomb.

 

Thus as the tides come and go, my limbs and tired soul by day

and night flow through a mind touched by angels glow and find

this poet quiet and still in sleep’s gentle repose.

 

© Copyright 2014 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved

 

 

 

 

 


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Sleeps gentle Repose — 11 Comments

  1. To this casual observer, the sheer fluidity of those woven passages, bespeaks the artistry which is your forte, my friend. Sorry I’ve been absent these past few months, both online and my usual haunts. Much has transpired,Vincent ! Good to see that you are still producing such high quality pieces, for your fans, Sir!

    • Thank you Mike and I trust all has worked out well for you, I know that life can throw us all curve balls now and then, and some of us have great difficulty working our way around them. I’m sure you will be back on course and I stand behind you my friend, I wish you well. I continue to pen from my soul, but less lately, my muse seems to have taken flight for awhile, yet I know he will return and when he does I am thus inspired to pick up the pen and continue on my journey. Peace and blessings I send to you and yours.

  2. I’ve found that the muse which you seek, my dear friend, sometimes hides in plain sight. Seek it and you’ll find that it was within your grasp, all along. It is there as close as your own creative imagination permits. I’ve recently discovered once that truth, which is sought by all, becomes known to it’s seeker, only then, it is that our true potential may be attained. Thank you for your friendship, Vincent and know that you have mine, always! Regards Mike!;) .

  3. It’s like a pleasant nightmare. Your torturous muse does not torture you so much and lets your sleep overtake the gloom. It’s transitional, perhaps! Very beautiful, too!

    • Yes Nellieanna you always see through my thoughts. A muse can be your friend or foe, in dreams or nightmares.Thank you for the visit.

  4. I can only cheer if it is so: “. . . Thus as the tides come and go, my limbs and tired soul by day

    and night flow through a mind touched by angels glow and find

    this poet quiet and still in sleep’s gentle repose.

    . . . ” Touched, indeed by angels, my friend!

    • Well thank you sweet friend for the cheering, touched by angels? Sometimes I feel I may be, something definitely touches me. I feel it when I pen. Hugs.

    • Well thank you dear Dim, I’m so happy my words found their way to your heart. To do that is a blessing for any poet, I guess Vincent can stir some peoples hearts and souls, much appreciate your comment. Hugs.

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