Friday, 6 March 2015
Loves Rich Rainbows
Silent, still waters forever run deep,
Stood firm, no retreat,
Believed, breathed, took the leap,
An angel counted every beat.
Pockets bursting, with loves rich rainbows,
Found the eternal golden thrones,
Sunflowers bright, stand tall in rows,
We danced barefoot between circle stones.
Copyright Mark Osmer 2014