Heaven Spent. A poem.

When rest is ill met
When time is heaven spent
When loneliness shakes
My tree, leaves me rent
Your voice
The sonic equivalent

Of water
the parched
Of land
the drowning
Of peace
the wayward

Your voice
Soothed my pain
heaven spent

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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