Oh, it can silence your song of love,that voice of judgment in your ear;lock you up dark in that prison of fear. Release the heart of your courage, then;break those bars, spread your wings,let loose your golden voice to sing, Angel that you are. Release the pain that holds you tight,dance to the tune of […]
Looking Glass Country
Alice, today, throughlooking glass, darkly. Vision of you, there,back of branches, lightly. Running toward that,swiftly moving away. Forest closes in,or maybe expands. Yearning leaves streakson veins of old kisses. Bowed and turned,soul whispers reflection. Feel a light embracefrom behind the mirror. ©2011 Joanne Sprott