Ishaisms, Poetry, Soul

The Thought

Should I clasp Your outstretched hands from worlds above, my earthly sorrow to cease - or will You deny me another gift hence, (having thwarted your first), saying, I deserve the grief? What heat is this, my present state - all discomfort, all despair, no zest for life, no faith in fate, where ‘fair is… Continue reading The Thought

Ishaisms, Poetry

White fire

Image from Pinterest Walk barefoot, there's warmth in the woods,just as the wee hours set softly in, dark bluebefore the alabaster Dawn stretches herselfand the Moon hides himself 'neath her hues Walk barefoot, there are footsteps to guide youa river glistening in the hypnotic ivory glowsongs of mad drum beats, and lovers' sighssounds of rustling… Continue reading White fire