… over the edge of lips
A kiss
immortal
in your arms I rest
in your arms I fall
ever more in love
though all about lay broken
glass and wood
words unwritten
unspoken
unheard
in your kiss
my lullaby
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Tag Archives: Love
Torrid
Cast into desert
Barefoot praises whithering
Want for no shadow
All my love
All my love is not a raging word nor is it a whisper missed upon the morning sun; it is what you choose to see and accept, thus it is never the same thing thrice.
Caged Birds and Flowers
Flowers fade
bee lay to rest its days of care
fox slips into dreamless sleep unseen
even the song must cease
– that song the caged bird sings
and yet
Breath comes in
Breath goes out
strength renewing
for I drink in the air
you breath – last, new, and still
your fear is mine
your courage is mine
mine is yours as well.
Night falls
Night falls
casting stardust veil
and misted moon
along the path before me
silence a friend I cannot converse with
but feel present every step
to meet myself joyful
in the coming of winter
Bright
Upon the wintered green
Casting light eerily beneath
The boughs of time
My heart lingers
In shivered tempo
Halfway between hope
And forsaking
Shortened light
And longer love
Every now and then
Every now and then I wonder
do the stars ever care that anyone sees them shine
does the wind hold a grudge against the mountain that does not move
does the sparrow consider the blade of grass as it merrily flits about the chill strewn morning
I sip upon my cup of tea
and consider the lessons presented
the star shines because it does
the wind moves because it does
the sparrow and chill fulfill their calling
so should I
the last of my warmth fading
thankful for the delicate embrace
of wisdom from the universe.
Touch my face
Touch my face so I know of existence
kiss the stars from my eyes so I may dream
seek my heart as if it was the shore and you the tide
that I might never be alone.
Leave me stranded, expecting worlds to move for whispers
and find
the truth of leaves who fall at the waning of the sun.
Secret of the Universe
or the day I ate a plum.
—
I sliced open a ripe plum
its tender insides released the sweetest fragrance
the seed shown like a treasure to be buried.
As I took it all in, I had the briefest of vision:
A tree, holding on to dear life
through fierce weather
violent storm
raging beetle and insect swarm
animal peeing and clawing
human leaning child swinging
all without regard
for the blossoms struggling
to open
then once its bright arms
reached out towards the sun
an invasion of stingers and
creatures stealing and sucking
the life of it
to transport the life of it
giving birth to
the life within it
this plum
which now
gives
life
to
me.
and I smiled – realizing the plum and I had shared the secret of the universe.
Human Rights
To live truthfully:
light, liberty, justice, peace
– dark and fear be damned
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