multicolored
feathers,
reminiscent of
multifaceted
pressures, and
as time passes, we
learn more,
and discover,
the nature
of our belief
in each other, just
as the trees
talk to us
about love lost, wayward
for a time,
now found,
a mirror image
of me, I see,
holding fast
and forever free, in
the
love felt
between
the me,
I see
in you,
and
the you,
I see, in me…
In response to the WDYS #98 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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troubled times,
filled with ties, tethered,
reminding me
of the weather,
when we
were once together
chosen
to take on
the pleasure,
while you listened
from far away, forever
distant,
hard to grasp, as
we watch
the grown grass
take its time,
reaching
towards the skyline…
will it
make it,
hard to define
the
unimaginable, yet
we find solace
in the curvatures
of the world’s futures
as they
come to fruition,
we pause,
breathe, reflect,
and protect
the actions presence, our
current sentence
as, I
ask
for your hand
again,
while we’re reminded
of the sun,
behind the trees,
hiding from you and me,
yet always present,
like a gift from the seas
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the rising sun
reminds me,
of the
collective setting,
as we
cast our nets
lest we
forget,
the love
we never met…
reflecting upon
the dream,
I’m reminded
of you,
as roots belong to trees,
you, and me,
are one behind the breeze
of a love
filled
with such fervor,
it’s hard to
remember
the temperature
in the room
the day we met
between
the covers, spent
blanketed
in a love
so thick,
it fills the room
with a life of its own
and,
we swoon
recognizing
the futility
of trying
to capture
its essence
in purity
instead,
we simply
agree
to
just be
with
each other,
like we’ll
never have
another night
to spend together,
forever loving…
trees grow
tall,
and strong
from earthly soil, and
as
they
avail, are
given
guidance,
and strength
from beyond the pale
roots,
dug in deep,
like the veins
running through
you
and me…and,
as
reflection
gives way, a
preponderance
of evidence
comes
forth…
teaching us
of the unity,
and companionship,
between
all living things,
and the me, you see
love
lasts forever,
they say,
watching you,
I believe
in this day,
and silently
wish upon
the beauty found
in the streams
the water
is beautiful,
and clear, as the sky,
a mirror,
intended for
our hearts desire,
clearer
we feel
transfixed
by the sounds…
water
running,
sun shining,
and love in
our hearts,
beating together…
we fly higher,
now, and, forever
weeds feed
my dreams, in a
cavalcade of screams,
while the
majesty in-between, is
just as it seems
rocking back,
and forth
on the porch,
sitting, and
staring at the dead, it dreams
like another reality
altogether, as
birds fly back,
and forth, mirroring
my actions,
without
the necessary transcendence
of being…
felt, not felt,
smothering
like a fleece blanket
on top of
the history
we’ve shared together
recalled,
less enthralled,
I walk towards you
with love in my
heart, stopped,
attracted, less
retracted,
without a stare,
only ever a deeply felt care,
we’ll always share
desert landscape,
apparently barren,
and unseen,
heat brings me
to my knees,
rocks and pebbles
embedded in dreams
rising from the floor,
transparent figures,
ghostly shapes,
reminding me,
plainly free
of past hindrances,
pondering
future dances,
you and me,
under the trees
shaded in love,
we agree
the river runs
north and south,
feeling the drift
of the current begin,
letting go
of the trembling within
for now…
discovering
more on the banks,
eddies sharply tasked
with creating stability,
loose leaves raining down,
cascading,
for deliriums sake
a break…
not far away,
stowed, and a little
out of control
wanting to resign,
as the love
of my life
passes by
walking
along the shore,
greeting the love,
missed by a kiss,
forevermore, remiss
the light…
cascades
through the trees,
dancing, and
entrancing,
so majestically
touching
the being withdrawn
from within, so…
let us begin…
sparkling seas, reminiscent
of sparkling eyes,
as they laid upon
me that very first time
among
the open trees,
where we laid
so quietly
awaiting
the presence,
or stirring, of some
other kind of mention
oh,
how sublime
it is in reflection
not known
by name,
only ever by the
feeling that came
forth
in that moment,
as we held hands,
and looked up
at the opening,
so vast, ah, the beauty
is here at last
will it stay
was not even
a question we asked
there was
no need, as we began
to climb from the field
into the air, and whispered
among the trees songs,
so sincere,
and beautiful in contrast
a melody,
cast from shadows,
as they dance among the
gallows, and halls,
of times shallow walls
jumped over
so quick,
we were thin footed,
and running
in two,
we then split
as we
gathered up
momentum
and brushed
ourselves with
the winds, and broke
melancholy on a whim
beauty
abounds,
here,
there, and,
everywhere
we look, when
our eyes
finally
come into view
and,
notice
the
vastness
before us,
letting go
of the minds
preoccupation,
and
ability to
contemplate
all things, old
and, new
alike
it’s
as common
as the
treasure trove,
buried behind
the alcove
of our
heart’s desire
as
they meet
again,
and again,
in a myriad
of contemplation,
and,
we grin
in
anticipation
of the game
to begin
and, at
last,
when
unearthed,
the gifts keep
giving,
while we sit
in the presence
of all the love
that’s been given
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