Poem: Coming home at twilight


Coming home at twilight
storm clouds gently hued
intrude upon me
purple, mauve and blue
reflect ego's bruise

Whelming sorrow gathers
drops accumulate
oblate and shatter
like the worlds I make
liquesced in the rain

Lightning shocks awaken
all the broken things
that cling to almost
cleansed in pelting streams
recycled pipe dreams

Coalescing me
thunder jolts the nerve
return to balance
life is too absurd
regroup, retry…learn

Copyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please provide attribution and a link to the original article. 

About Grace

Grace is a spiritual counselor and teacher. She works with tarot, energy healing, astrology and other methodologies to help people reach their full potential. Grace runs the Sun Queen Astrology and Tarot YouTube channel.

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