Poetry by J.S. Allen, AVALON
There is a porch in Avalon
Where days come rushing to,
Chasing the blush of sunset.
Tracked are they by a peeping moon
Arching its mountained backs
Like cats writhing on a carpet.
As day surrenders and shadows dance,
Stars awake, their skies enhance.
Scurrying quail hide from prying eyes.
All unwound whether wounded or won.
Ocean breaths whisper wetly.
Sinking softly in the night leaved trees
It is the time of peaceful Truth.
A space for love is left,
Becoming one in consciousness
Knits hearts spun intimately
Toast and trust tomorrow
Together on Avalon's porch.
Copyright J.S. Allen, all rights reserved,
Published with permission by Earth Angel Publishing
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