We dwell beneath
Where shattered sunlight falls
An hour a day
Like godliness spilling
Across barren floor

We dwell within
Our shadows but ourselves
A murky cloak
Indistinguishable from
Our bodily form

The hours of the sun
We worship deep
On altars long forgotten
By those that dwell
So lost above

We dwell alone
A lost race caught
In dappled shade
That falls to quiet night
Again alone, alone

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
This entry was posted in Earth, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s