Quicksilver Tide
Vast and swirling force, below How silently you flow round truth When hearts and minds let drift The shallow link of living life Between the tides of love and loathing ⦿ No fanfare; charge of war But grey and ancient mud, which Turning molten silver, deadly, Quicker than truth half-shaped Can lie its way to heaven ⦿ The visitor, swept beyond his depth Finds … Read More Quicksilver Tide