Monday, January 3, 2011

Untitled poem

Untitled

Like the morning Sun

Warming my soul

His touch thought lite

Makes ripples in the ocean



A gong of light

Blurring my vision

Only to make clear

Everything I see



Darkness fights

To break me

Pull me away

From this gravity



This attraction

Unavoidable

Pulling my soul

To the Center of all



Brian Mullins© 2011