• Gill Frost

The Longing of The Soul



Soft whispers turn into magnificent dreams

The Heart pounds, it can’t ignore your screams


Floating petals of desire rapidly soar

“Can you hear me roar?”


The unfurling echo of flapping wings

The Unknowing of what tomorrow brings


Oh the depths of what we’ve explored

New longings pushed to the fore


“I am ready to fly, to take my place”

“I am listening, I am giving you space”


Reborn tears gently stream

Relief floods in, and the Soul gleams


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