Night Prayer!

very pleased with the pen today...
almost afraid to close my eyes....
visions of a world violently erupting,
and small things as real
as the tears on a child's face.
the night, my friend, my lover....
the dawn born from suffering!
i listen for the sound of the flute,
long for flesh and fire!

we breathe, just once,
this fleeting storm......
yet the sound of the waves promises,
another set of wings, shoes and will,
another mountain, another coming!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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