And how quickly things turn
From one moment to the next.
Bits of our hearts scattered
With people and places
I suppose.
It wasn’t so the day we were born,
The heart whole and
Untouched
But with love.
Never
After.
And how quickly things turn
From one moment to the next.
Bits of our hearts scattered
With people and places
I suppose.
It wasn’t so the day we were born,
The heart whole and
Untouched
But with love.
Never
After.
The heart hopes.
The heart searches.
The mind reasons.
The mind doubts.
The soul knows.
The soul knows.
Oh my love.
Come to me at once.
Let me wrap these arms around
Your tired,
Weary heart.
Settle yourself
Softly
Into
My
Love.
Here we will
Replenish that which life has
Emptied.
Heart of my heartbeat
Eyes that see my soul.
Your flames consume the noise.
Seems the darkness can last for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Exactly when you conceded to the little shadows,
You cannot remember.
They seem to have congregated in an unknown
Corner of your brain
And in a slight of hand
Maneuvered
A
Take over.
A little truth.
A little lie.
A dream.
A compromise.
Reality.
Yours and mine.
Mere
Words
Are humbled in her presence.
In the realization that they are not enough.
You do not speak of her,
Or write of her.
You succumb to her infallible
Existence.
You feel her.
She lives in a nightmare.
The
Monsters are not under her bed
Or in her head.
They are not in the closet
Or in a movie.
The are
Sleeping soundly in their beds.
And she wonders if they ever have nightmares of their own
For
They are in the other room
Of her home.
She is made from their
Flesh and bone.
Her heart and soul
Find such beauty in what may seem to be
Modest
And
Mundane
To most people.
She finds it
In
The
Magnificent as well.
To her there is
No
Difference.
I know you from a dream.
I have touched your face.
Our hearts,
They have met
And they did not forget
The light
And warmth.
The embrace.