In demand

There's no greater turbulence
Then genuine afflatus
Or simply put: Light
Which guides can justly restore.
Keep the Love as something
To adore, keep ritual evermore.
The posturings of such loving;
Heavenly it sings, lovingly within
Clarities of speech, reckless songs
Subside; The etchings of poetics
Heartsongs that tend to preside.
A quietude of resolve only
Happens when: Galleries of insight
Appear as skylight dims.


Just an old poem of mine.
Thanks for reading.
Ashlyn