"The Love Ravine..." ~a poem by Linda Willows

When the White bends
it falls so far
so deeply from
the Bright, its’ Star…
Alone it keeps
it’s darkened plight.
The flower weeps.
It lives in night.
It grasps, it seeks
it needs, it keeps…
the flower’s Light,
It’s Lover sleeps.

What Breath to press
upon such need,
to bend the true
Love budding feed?
Come breathe, come flow,
vein open, all to go.
This bending aching
Light’s retraction
needs the full and due
of Love extraction.
Come the breathing,
come the airs.
Come the Whites
such calls despair.

Beauty pressing,
naked petals.
All of longing lives between.
Leave the bended, unrelenting
founded whites to now be seen.
Let the way
that Touched the air
and found it fair
return the light, repeal, repent
Oh Bright…just dare.

The White must bloom
They take the day
No other bend
may shape the way
Come anywhere,
come as before
come with no tear,
come with no war…
Bring all the Bright,
all seen between,
send each as true
in thy Brightened Being
Bend the Light steepened,
now redeemed,
forsaken from such Love Ravine.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Piet Flour

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