These weary legs of mine
Have carried me when my heart
Believed I was done.
When my eyes saw only shadows
My soul ignited a fire that lit the way
So I could see.
And I go,
I go on.
These weary legs of mine
Have carried me when my heart
Believed I was done.
When my eyes saw only shadows
My soul ignited a fire that lit the way
So I could see.
And I go,
I go on.
For once
I did not shade my eyes
And turn away from love.
I entered into the fever
Bidding
Heat to
Singe me to the core;
Thereby regarding my heart as if anew.
I,
Bound in this
Internal prison
No more.
That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
We are neither one
Nor the other
Which we try to
Call each other.
Identities created leave us encased in circles.
Either looking up or down,
Not around.
Forgetting there is more.
Thinking we are bound by others thoughts on life
And love.
We are too much to be reduced
To mere words created
In an effort to make sense.
Music,
A most intimate
Friend
Of
Mine.
All is silent in the aftermath.
All that is given can readily be taken away
Just as in life and death
To those that hold no honor
In their heart
For the soul of another.
With
Oxygen
I am movement.
With
Love
I am life.
And here it comes again,
Gravitational pull.
Every cell of this body
Aches
To feel your heartbeat on this body.
I did not ask you to leave
Sweet whispers
Hidden so deep;
So exquisitely
On my skin.
Ravish my heart
Love
Until there is nothing left.
I cannot carry this yearning
Another
Moment.
I am learning to breathe
Again
Eyes to the sky.
I am learning to breathe again
Eyes to the sky.
I have stopped asking why.
Embracing these feelings,
Allowing myself to cry.
Allowing myself to laugh.
I am learning to breathe again.
Soul to the sky.