Sunday, September 14, 2014

Solace

Solace

By: M. MacMinn


I want you to be one of my stories
possibly the one that doesn't end
The one erected like a building
with a thousand windows to let light in

The one that feels most like home
that grows denser by the day
The one that shaped the city's skyline
and devastate the world if it fell away

I want it to be decorated by the sun
and illuminated by the night
I want it to stand still in time and space
and hold the beauty of my life

I want it to be as simple as you
with all the mystery you contain
Holding me sweetly, softly secure
pressing solace in my vein


www.markmacminn.com




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