While I was thinking of You…HOUSE OF HEART


ometimes I feel my words are

a blazing flame melting the chalice

of your golden heart.

There is comfort in the quiet when

hand in hand we cross the continents.

We feel but never touch and let the moon

devour us,  set the night afire, too holy for the light.

In your presence I am profanity in a sacred sky,

a blasphemy of flaws too small to alter fate.

While I was  thinking of you a fledgling Falcon

fell to earth,  saved by the wind  on his

passage to life.


red head on a bench





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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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