drinking in the sea water, I hear the bell toll, and,
indeed, it’s my heart you stole
with a second glance, just the kind of romance,
making stories appear
much more than circumstance…
I give my heart to you, as you walk from the sand,
into a land, ill-defined,
and yet, part of the current storyline…
waiting with bated breath,
your hand again clasps mine…and
in that moment, we realize,
just how much love is left in the world
when we’re together…
is divine…
I look into your eyes, and see
reflections of our shared history…
a puppy once, around the house you trounced,
with joyfulness in your heart, a beautiful dance,
as the birds swayed in the breeze, and looked on entranced…
as you grew taller, I followed your lead, and
led a life full of joy and pain, both, yet
either way, when I returned from the day
there you were, ready to play, no dismay, only
love in your heart center on full display…
an ode to you, on this day, I do then write
of your birth on this most beautiful night…
I sing a song to you of love, passion,
and, though we had our struggles,
in the end, our relationship was ultimately full
of the most blissful compassion…
In response to the WDYS#105 prompt, from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Charles Deluvio @ Unsplash
I skip over puddles, one, two, three,
in the mirror images, I see, you
refracted back at me…
always loving and kind, despite the pain
sitting on the surface
of our contoured purpose,
reaching deep within,
looking amongst the worn out travelers, sin
arises, seems raw, and depletes me again…
tired, and tortured, I look to the earth’s very nature, for a sense of purpose
realizing
the feelings, and thoughts, go against the grain
like the trees, bare, and scorched of their outer skins, while flayed and portrayed
in the myriad contexts,
where love is at the center, not grim,
more compassionate, to the travelers
making their way
towards the light of another day…
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I dream of roots, strangling me, veins
reaching out, from beyond the grave,
torturing me in this wild place…
as dreams move into another phase,
something
bursts from the ground, no sound,
or other people around,
a beautiful shoot, out, sprouts,
beginning its journey
into the unknown, already unbound…
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time slows down, just like a train
entering the service station, as
light refracts off a mix of glass diamonds…
cut differently all,
as colors bleed through them,
and out the other side,
pouring love into the universe, by design…
we watch
with rapt awe and attention,
as love is transmitted via the chrysalis,
through the atmospheric tension,
and into the hearts of every part of living creation…
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rocks covered in green,
the misty between,
sitting at the edge of the unseen,
wondering what this mystery is to me…as
reflection gives way
to transgressions of the past,
and mind continues to flitter,
here, and there, I
sit quietly, watching and observing the
drama play out, without a shout…as
flitter turns
inside out, and brings with it some clout…now
slowing down…as
love arises from the center
of all things beautifully configured…
In response to the WDYS#104 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
a broken land,
found in my dreams
distant, yet close to hand,
presence felt, matters not, as
everything stops…yet, the seas continue to
breathe in, and
hold my heart tight,
letting relations drop
when biting starts,
as a safe haven
draws stars upon
our collective scars, stored…as the wind
exhales deeply, and
infuses us, with
the love
we’ve all been waiting for…
the moon
speaks to me,
languages learned
through discorded earth
traveling from afar,
I quest into
the understanding shown,
close to heart, and
yet still from afar,
I’ve learnt…
…through
distances purged,
I indulge in the urge, and
request more at the moons behest,
as seeing, sees fit
to offer more,
closing the distances met
between me,
and the seas,
trees, and flowers
blooming abundantly…
realizing love
is at the center
of all things seen,
and felt in-between
the moons myriad phases,
and my truncated
belief
in this dream…for it is
in the unseen,
where life lives in this moment,
as you and I hold hands,
wish upon a star,
say goodnight to the moon,
and swoon, as delight
lights
up our hearts,
and makes space
for the love
we feel
on this
night
in full bloom…
Photo by Manjunath H P on Unsplash
I climb
from the sea, a
journey from underneath,
scraping, and crawling
toward my destiny,
I mind
the feelings
from the deep, as
they speak of love,
light, and the twisted return
of all that burns
me
from
beneath…as
spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all that’s lovingly displayed
for you and me,
on this most gorgeous day…
I walk
on the sands of time
feeling bereft, and
out of line
with natures
progression,
I, stop, and digest
my vision quest
and, call forth
the winds, a true test…
of our ability
to align
with life’s requests
one step in front
of the other, feeling
the granules beneath, feet
on solid footing,
even when I’m unsure
of the current efforting…as
realization dawns, and
the withdrawn, now gone,
is transformed into something more
than I’ve ever done…
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