Toll, ancient bell,
Ring home my wayward heart;
Sing to my soul,
Lest from the truth I part.
Chime, ancient notes,
To strum my wand’ring strings;
Peal forth your hymn,
To give my spirit wings.
Tag Archives: Spirit
For What She’s Worth
Fallen, but not discarded.
Her value lies not in her
ability to contain
her chaos within set seams,
clutch remnants when brute tidal
waves beat against her dormers,
but in her audacity
to bloom down in the trenches.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 