Hamlin

by phoolishdreamer

The shroud of the world echoes around my heart,
Its noise bludgeoning to maim my ears.
So, I find solace in my secret hiding place
To which I run to when trouble nears.

She whispers and chirps, calling me by name.
I lay still in her presence.
Every detail flows forth in lush beauty,
Wave after wave of cascading magnificence.

She fills my heart with child-like wonder,
Gently bowing her limbs over my head.
Her words sing songs to awaken my sleeping soul,
To being back my spirit back from the dead.

Her smile reflects back from my own,
And it remains as she ushers me from her den.
Before I take my place back in the world,
She whispers, “I’ll be here when you need me again.”

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