A poem by Chris Roe

September Morning Light Sam Knight

Keeper of the morning light,
Guardian of the flame,
White knight of my soul.

Given at the beginning,
As a last defence,
At the centre of life.

Never beaten or destroyed,
Never taken or confined,
Never traded or lost.

And shared only
For love.


Poem by Chris Roe from his collection “In Search of Silence” – silentflightpublications.co.uk
Illustration: September Morning Light by Sam Knight – 500px.com/samknight

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