as our sun sets I reach for you a hint please, if even this exists. why would I question your strength surrounds me the wind becomes your touch the geese flying behind me speak the words I long to hear yet, in a language I cannot understand. my eyes settle on tangerine hues as my world settles in for the night. I sigh good evening, my love, where have you been and where shall we go?
Found atop a blanket of motley colors,
A woman born of divine design,
what does she dream of, they wonder.
Fairytales full of splendor,
Fantasies full of surrender,
Suddenly she remembers how to shine.
Caught inside in the textures of our earth,
and the weight of why we’re here,
Her eyes see what no one else has to find, she is happy to believe.
Her fingers willingly touch what others presumably mustn’t,
and her heart is open towards the clouds. She is ready to receive.
Conquering wasn’t the plan. as plain as it sounds, I wanted to belong be along side, your missing link searched for found and shown where I was needed. Sustainable, desired an intricate detail, in view precious, in the forever story. One shouldn’t go where one isn’t planned for, intended or thought of
My desire to write poetry,
has been affected by your presence,
the same fevered passion exists
yet, its been reduced to your name
maybe even a letter in the end
my muse, this pandora’s box, the new beginning and my end is with you.
So come the rushing waters of what might one day be,
bring on the swirls of passionate winds,
stretch the legs of workers in the trenches of this world,
my love breathes in these,
i am because of you.
Silence this mouth With words forgiving Shut my eyes Positive images abound me Steady these long legs Upon fertile ground Wrap my eagerhands Binding them in grace Within attentive ears Might music absolve; save me
when we realize devotion is what they really need, and it becomes our true focus, we climb towards accepting reality. being blessed to witness their peace, or to become their daily and intricate detail, is our gift. understanding, finally, we’re not a guarantee in what is meant to be, but it’s okay to hope.