He Moves Me
Shalt
not
disturb
^
As
I
observe
^
His
form
commence
^
A
primal
dance;
^^^
I
stop
to
stare
^
I
dare
to
near
^
Can
feel
the
flow
^
Caught
in
his
trance;
^^^
With
gentle
strength
^
A
fluid
length
^
His
motion
finds
^
Artistic
grace;
^^^
He
fills
his
soul
^
Then
empties
whole
^
and
^
Moves
me
to
^
His
sacred
space.
^^^
©Robyn Lee
Warm thanks to the wonderful gentleman featured in my post today for permitting me
to share this candid photograph. My subject {Muse} has respectfully requested anonymity to preserve his privacy.
♥
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Hope You’ve Enjoyed!
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Much Love to All
~
RL
Hindsight
Looking through
Opaque clouds of
Retrospect,
Vaporized history,
Staring down old faces
Of blame.
Jagged currents
Divide his tired
Mind into
Reckless tidal waves,
As he grips the
Cold metal
Catafalque;
Clinging tightly to
His life,
Unused.
~~~~~
©Robyn Lee
THROUGH THE HEALING LENS 
