Ron Koppelberger
Secret Umbra
Vivid searches for the sustenance of god’s and angels in
Winged wishes of divinity, at least one grain
Of sand in a desert bastion and a needle in eternities
Weave, pure, simple, shorn by the wear of what’s
Flustered in the will of reason and the shape of destiny,
A suspiring secret umbra in shadow and dark silhouette, near
The twilight tide fray and the stains
Of a truth that’s further than what’s ahead, by
Sweet kisses in moments awaiting
The sun and the love of
Maidens in promised
Desire.
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