Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
You came to my door at
Midnight
And with eager hands
Whisked me outside
Under a winter sky.
There
Without a word,
You showed me
How my scars
Have always
Twinkled like stars.
Now
My
Celestial
Designs
Cannot help but shine.