I was reduced to ashes when
You found me.
Your passion
Lit a fire,
An eruption of desire.
I am no longer under my control.
Relit from the inside out
Internal
Flames burn now
Where there was once doubt.
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Wild Ones
The wild ones.
You look at them and see untamed
Savages
Yet
You hide your tears and cry in secrecy
Wishing you too
Would be free.
We Have Each Other
I followed him into his garden.
And there we held each other
And listened as our hearts sang in
Sorrow.
The sky darkened
And that is when I heard
Him
Weeping silently.
We wept together
Holding on until our hearts began singing a familiar song.
And as the sky cleared we heard others singing out too,
“We have each other.
We have each other.”
The Rains
And the rains of
Heaven
Are
Pouring down on me.
Drenching me.
Restoring me
From
Within.
Constant Abode
Pardon me while I hold on to
You selfishly from time to time
My child.
For you are part of me.
Infused in my
Bones
And heart,
My being.
Peace settles me completely
When in my arms you sleep.
And supreme joy engulfs me
When your hand in mine
You keep.
Eternally
My heart exceeds mortal capacity
As
I watch you soar.
And always here I am with
A heart of flame if ever you need more
Kindling to begin again
A fire of your own.
Always
Always
A constant abode.
Assimilate
I cannot assimilate.
I am not absolute matter.
I cannot be confined to one thought.
My mind cannot be shaped into one
Definitive
Form.
I am
Ever evolving.
The Dock
The boat is easing up to the dock.
My friend you have returned
And tears fill my eyes.
Alas the reflection of the summer sun
Upon the water stings my eyes
As I frantically search for you.
My heartstrings play your name as my feet
Carry me to you.
Arms and legs no longer heavy.
Heartbeats fall into sync.
Our smiles speak of perfect happiness.
Bliss unspoken.
And there upon the dock we are home.
Forgotten
Love them,
For with their eyes they see
Merely flesh.
They do not recognize their
Own souls.
They have forgotten their
Hearts;
Misplaced love.
Stop
Sometimes I turn my back on
Myself
To stop the writing,
The ever pressing feelings.
Pretend not to listen to all the thoughts
Ricocheting
On my insides.
My heart and head
Moving at the speed of light.
I hold on too tight
Trying to tame them,
Trying to shrink them
That I may grasp and squeeze them
Into ink.
Most often
They do not translate;
They do not fit.
Unsoundness of mind
Prevails.
Alienation my companion.
Sometimes.
Underestimate
People underestimate
How long it can take a wound to
Heal.
They underestimate how much
Gentleness
Is needed in this world
Of strong,
Yet
Tender souls.