Letters To Dust
Letters to dust,
Wearily cast,
Sculpted on stone,
Singing alone.
Words on a slab,
Spelt by Queen Mab,
Torn from the sky,
Voiced upon high.
Thoughts from above,
Painted with love,
Ready to bloom
Over the moon.
Rhythms unheard,
Blissful and stirred,
Panting to be
Leaves on a tree.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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