Showing posts with label Sanctuary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sanctuary. Show all posts
Lifeboat - Ian Duquemin
Well I see you…
Like a kind of lifeboat
On a stormy sea
Reaching out to rescue me
To pull me from the waves
That try to drag me under
Above you… The clouds
So angry in their thunder
But you find me…
And save me, time and time again
While the clouds burst
Drenching us in rain
But you hold me near
And those clouds all disappear
As in your arms
I have nothing to fear
You're a lifeboat
Tumbling on a stormy sea
Always there to save me, from the depths of my insanity
Never alone…
Not drowning on my own
Just keeping me safe…
And bringing me home
Ian Duquemin
Image : Mumbai Mirror
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A Mother’s Hips - Trudie Shannon
Small children
Have legs, that
By right, embrace
A woman’s hips.
Women, by right
Have hips
That are
Safe places
For small children.
Trudie Shannon
Have legs, that
By right, embrace
A woman’s hips.
Women, by right
Have hips
That are
Safe places
For small children.
Trudie Shannon
Another World - Diane Scantlebury
I’ve drifted into another world
A place where many happy moments are spent,
A secret place, hidden within my head
Where balloons and bubble thoughts invent,
An inner sanctum where I can dream,
Word concoctions brew
And new imaginings scheme.
Diane Scantlebury
A place where many happy moments are spent,
A secret place, hidden within my head
Where balloons and bubble thoughts invent,
An inner sanctum where I can dream,
Word concoctions brew
And new imaginings scheme.
Diane Scantlebury
Safe - Diane Scantlebury
My darling man
You were so tired,
That you didn’t feel
Me kissing your back
In the night as you slept,
But I could feel
The vibrations of your snores,
Against my lips
And I was comforted,
Knowing you were alive
Warm and snug beside me,
Laying on your side
With my body pressed close,
Listening to your fitful breaths
Punctuate the half darkness,
I knew we were safe.
Diane Scantlebury
You were so tired,
That you didn’t feel
Me kissing your back
In the night as you slept,
But I could feel
The vibrations of your snores,
Against my lips
And I was comforted,
Knowing you were alive
Warm and snug beside me,
Laying on your side
With my body pressed close,
Listening to your fitful breaths
Punctuate the half darkness,
I knew we were safe.
Diane Scantlebury
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