The gentle winds of better days
When embers fly, and flutter gray
The chill, your fires cut away
And so your warm embrace secures, like oxen to the yoke

The song of birds in blooming dawn
When dreams emerge and gloom is gone
A whisper heard, a soothing song
And so your tenderness secures, with words you never spoke

The wild blue of clearing skies
When clouds are disappearing sighs
You put to rest my tearing eyes
And so your gentle words secure, the heart another broke

The dimming glow of coming night
When glances grow in such delight
With hopes unknown becoming bright
And so your eyes and lips secure, the feelings you evoke


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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2 Responses to Evoke

  1. Love the emotion that pours out of this❤️

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