Safety

 

Safety is the softest down

in care of a mother dove-

safety is in the blessed dawn

when noir night departs-

safety expands in a warm heart

where love is alive-

safety rests in the morgue

when we delight in lie-

 

 

Posted for Susan’ Midweek Motif ~ Safety @ Poets United

9 thoughts on “Safety

  1. Warmth and safety are combined with the warmth of a mother’s embrace, the warmth of the dawn, and a warm heart, but when proved false, the sense of safety grows cold as a morgue.

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