I am listening
Inside
Soulful sounds
Languish in my mind
Invoking indulgent love songs
Our time, come
At last, we're first
Soft bellies, deep breaths
Our eyes
Alive, harmonized
No longer young
In our love
Wisdom beyond
A knowing
So far beyond
I have always been
So good
At dreaming
You here, dappled in silver
My very own galaxy
Flesh meets flesh
We always
Mesh,
Nothing less
There's truth in the depths
Far more extravagant than my imagination
I am not that creative
I cannot make this
Bliss
Meet me in this clearing
Today is all I have
And you love me
Always
Monday, September 25, 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Untitled
Are we not
All ordinary animals-
Survivalists living
Together
Sometimes escaping
What is great
What is
Too much?
Feeling
The fleeting
Slipping
Beyond grasp
Unequipped and unraveling
Something to say, something to touch
I am trying
With newness every mourning
I learn and relearn
Lessons with each breath
If not nudged, forced
I am back together again
Booming, beaming, light
Nothing less
Never less
Always more
I think it speaks
To my ample resiliency
I can't be everything
To everyone
All ordinary animals-
Survivalists living
Together
Sometimes escaping
What is great
What is
Too much?
Feeling
The fleeting
Slipping
Beyond grasp
Unequipped and unraveling
Something to say, something to touch
I am trying
With newness every mourning
I learn and relearn
Lessons with each breath
If not nudged, forced
I am back together again
Booming, beaming, light
Nothing less
Never less
Always more
I think it speaks
To my ample resiliency
I can't be everything
To everyone
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Untitled
My son says
"Watch me fly!"
Such simplicity
Inspires me
His words, like musical notes
Linger in the wind
He is weightless
In his freedom
I want to say
"Watch me fly!"
I want to imagine
This limitlessness
So, here I am
Again
I surrender
Noise, be quiet
Our chemistry is undeniable
I've missed you, Old Friend
Don't ask me
"Where have you been?"
There is no room for frivolity
I spill my heart
Pouring out truth and reality
So much comfort in this familiarity
My pen dies
Ink has run out
I am thankful, though
I have lots of colors
I find so much humor
In the irony
Of abrupt endings
I pause
Unfolding, I am in
A great space
Time to begin again
"I am going to take off"
Watch me fly!
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