Black Velvet CloakThe soft brush of black velvet against my mind
Stills the echo of long buried hopes and tears
A gentle cocoon of safety from the present world
Held in strong but silent company
I gain strength to face my fears.
A cloak of comfort like the breath of owl’s wings
in the still black night, angel kisses for the heart
I hold myself in reverie and wrap the smooth
Black velvet around my troubled soul
Gaining peace in part.
In my mind’s eye the flowing mantle gently moves
Stirred by compassion like a gentle breeze
Velvet cloaks the panther hunting in the night
Soft and sinuous, the danger well concealed
But with me – he is almost at ease.
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