Tides Of The Latter Rain Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Tides Of The Latter Rain



The high tides sweep the soul
Washed with golden branches of joy
Ships of Orpheus sail
Decadence has blended
We can be Holy
Your silk is smooth as kisses
Great wet kisses of magnolia serpents
Blue green sea with bright waves

Prayer rises like ancient fire
Time is a muse of Eve
I am the walls of agates
Rocks cleansed by the tide
Eagles come again to my dreams
Your rings are wet
You think of me like a sword
You are a child of the prophet Joel

The tides of the latter rain come again

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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