Love..
a word that doesn’t really need description..
it takes on a life of its’ own
felt in a touch
running throughout a person
filling the heart mind and soul with a feeling of longing
knowing you belong in the most beautiful of ways..
free
pure
a fresh breath of life..
deep enough to dream
I seek you
wide enough to fall
I grasp you..
steady while stumbling
falling in
I’ll take the tumble
to be your all..
the touch of your skin
draws me in..
reaching out for the depths of where I may land..
are you my quick sand –
will you swallow me whole..
are you my steady –
true blue real – like steel..
sudden rapid shaking
undeniably real..
Longing —
The echo of things to come..
Running to it
running from it
reverberating so loudly within
it’s become my sin..
make me or break me
my soul cries out..
cleanse me from the fight
That destroys my might..
Different shoes I’ve been walking
living miles blindly
winding this path
looking for green grass..
only to discover
the color is whatever I choose it to be..
can’t run from me..
hole in my pocket
so eager to fall through
power, control it’s all yours..
love weaving together strands of emotions unknown
what’s in the abyss..
a glimmering light
or utter darkness
a soundless echo
or sounds of delight..
makes my heart
wild and vivid in a pale world
to laugh, to cry
accepting all the whys..
enchanted by the magic of the madness
I must confess..
you took my soul into the night
set me free to do what’s right
there is no darkness now
no need for light
i see so clearly my love
you shine bright..
see it
feel it
read it in my eyes
what can’t be spoken
can be woken..
each teardrop telling a story
as your skin absorbs me in..
there’s a win big enough -
past, present, future colliding
as we find our way back home
jump in…
behind closed doors
Is it what we imagine
Is it all just a song..
someone writing lyrics
of all that’s right and wrong..
steady sounds smoothly
humming about
sometimes quiet
sometimes a shout..
musty odors of life lived
then boxed away..
words drifting through the air
I feel them on my skin
somehow comforting
as I realize
life will always begin..
A narrative
my narrative
rumbling through the mind
arms reaching out and grabbing
so I’m not left behind..
a story
my story plays on and on
then rewinds..
eclipsed
by lightning bolt urgency
of moments lost
moments gained
edited by time..
We
won’t be lost in translation
blurring the line
beautiful ghost
never decline..
not quite reachable
yet teaching my soul
that lost doesn’t mean
one can’t be whole..
you are balm in my heart
teaching right can be wrong
and delight can be had in the sad..
no sound to tragedy
a numbing silence ensues..
no sound to joy
no such rules..
yet moments boxed away
come out to play
creating an explosion of the heart radiating from the inside out..
a beautiful destruction is on display
reconstructing what began
our beginnings..
everything is nothing
and nothing never ends
our story is forever
in the end - my mind wins..
embroidered throughout me
stitches of you
sewn directly onto my heart..
heaven and hell
I know it well..
distant- present
friend or foe
how to know..
miles weaving us apart
fabric wearing thin…
your presence lingered from the start
catching my breath
time and time again..
running out of ways to miss you
absorbing the empty space..
like a lover it washes over me
sometimes healing
sometimes killing
from the inside out..
quite the privilege to grieve
such love that received me fully
leaving patterns of us splayed out cruelly
ripping me
shredding me ever so fine..
Slowly
stitching us back together
displaying moments of a place and time that made you mine..
Fading into your eyes
I am silence
a quiet explosion taking place
reverberating through space
the golden echoes of yesterday..
shadows on walls
catching my falls
giving in to the eternity of we
our love is as big as the sea
endless, timeless
ever changing with the seasons..
flowing freely
giving reason to just be..
we are a slow dance
a slow burn
subtext lit up within us
all we know
all we own
creating a tone that moves us..
hearts may groan
time may own
the very moments
we so desire to rule..
draw from me my last breath
as I inhale you in
filling me anew..
invading me
creating me
taking all that I am..
it isn’t happenstance
that makes you mine
it’s the rhythm intertwined
an unspoken line in time..
from sleep I’ve woken
may I give you
the token of my hand..
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