Angelic

In the tunnel it is so dark,

the walls covered in damp, and larch

Water runs freely,

damp and, needy

Elevated off the 

cold concrete floor,

pulling her closer,

she can feel more

Floating,

a whirling spark,

is it the ark,

light or vessel,

go slowly don't wrestle

light at the end,

of the tunnel,

will always trestle,

when pure is in the vessel

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney