Wednesday, 28 June 2017

O Woman.

Amazing Shots



An abyss of peace
Is the mirror to your soul
O woman

Hunch backed
Or fully curved

Your presence
Is unto itself, peace


Serenade peace
Swarm us
As we pluck strings
Of our modern harps
O woman

Hearts
Leaping with joy
Tears
In pride we cry

woman
Your presence
Is
A coat of sugar
When calm sets foot
A coat of mail
When war rages
Unhinging our doors

O woman
Our destinies
You shape.
Mightily gentle
You serenade peace
O Woman.