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…
Photo by distelAPPArath from Pixabay
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…
Photo by Pixabay
