Quotes by Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

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you saywe were nevermeant for this vowed life,golden bands of only us, and deathdo us part. you say love like it's held — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now dead in a fallen — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
now I'm blinking in a new gloamingand all I see as I'm stretched low down hereis a world of women flat on their frozenfa — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I hear talk of that slippery slope, and my heart catches for a beat. But there is the musky truth I'm standing in that I — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
God,is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
imagine the desertmothers, with hair tangledtighter than their theologyand breasts that flowed milkand mystic wisdom. th — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten how the skin s — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we have forgotten symb — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
what is poetry if not seeing and feeling, and feeling, feelings running deepand okay – do I see, notice the gray pigeo — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.) — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the full and weeping mo — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul