Oct 17, 2021
My impulses are golden
they arise mightily
When I am downcast
I follow a centrifugal longing
A watchtower for humanity
guides me mysteriously
Only your plentitude
spread across the mannas
can nourish me from within
I am indebted to you
handrail to glory
Your beauty arises within me
a flower reaching to please the sun
Each bloom more flourishing
vibrant colors dripping
with longing
I am there for you
A silent place card
an empty banquet hall
Where echos
and dimmed lights
wait with anticipation
for your return
~Arkana Rose