Modern Poems · Modern Spirit

When The Love Falls

These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution.  Blessed are those days and nights.   The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin.    Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart, between my loving jaded pulses, a twilight is coming, a simmering ray, gently approaching, ringing… Continue reading When The Love Falls