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Hermitage

It’s quiet here
the way it can be
on nights like this
distracted by
the image
of a paintings;

floating golden angels
,
your words
uplifting
as the lamp
you left on
shines unto us
the unknown

can we stay here,
just for one night
maybe be alone,
and make a home
in answer
to each others prayer.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

12 replies on “Hermitage”

Its my imagined sanctuary… somewhere up in the hills of the Welsh mountains. I have an early retirement plan to spend my days writings in the solitude of the mountains, but not alone. Do you have any such plans?

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