Let your voice soften,
Bringing stillness to abundance as it
Carries love across the ocean.
In the air
In the waves,
You cover the earth
To reach her;
Your love cannot be contained
And it resonates in the beating chambers of her heart.
No mere dream.
Come morning
She opens her sleepy eyes and looks to the rising sun knowing this.
Summer light swirling in your eyes;
Translucent.
Entrancing.
You look up,
Grin at me and continue reading aloud.
Your voice like music
Stirring an uncontrolled symphony of feelings In my belly;
Ecstatic thoughts in my mind.
And the breeze caresses skin.
The birds sing
And we are lost once again
In a place only we know.
I step through the
Threshold
And feel the ghosts.
They want to crawl under my skin
To make a home in my veins.
They want to cling to the walls of my heart,
Stop me in my tracks.
Screaming,
“Look back!
Look back girl!”
I do not know how to stifle
Them.
I turn round
Struggling to face myself in the mirror,
Expecting to see my child self.
I look up to see Mamas eyes
Instead of me.
And her voice in my mind over and over,
“I love you, but I do not like you.”
i would like to ask her what she truly meant
But she is dead and gone.
I cannot help but wonder if she would still feel the same today.
Sometimes I reassure myself
Out loud
Because I need a voice
Louder than
My Brain
To interrupt my
Runaway thoughts.
Do not fear your own wildness.
Set yourself free.
The part of you
That you put to sleep
When you were young
After being told
You were too much.
Always too much.
Too much beauty.
Too much
Laughter.
Too much loudness.
Too many questions.
Let your wild hair down.
Let your wild voice sing.
Let your wild feet dance.
Let your wild eyes see.
Let your wild arms embrace.
Let your wild out.
Set yourself free.
the tremble in his voice
the ache in his heart
his blood and sweat
the reach of his hand
His strength as he stands
you have made his world beauty itself
he has walked this earth to see you smile and carries you everywhere with him.
his dreams
his heart malleable in your heartbeat
his eyes
his soul for you
all for you
exactly
what are your intentions
as you
lift your voice and
preach most mightily,
most vigorously
for peace
with a mouth full of poison
and a heart
full
of hate?
Her voice is soft.
She tries to look you in the eyes.
Oh how she would love you to hear
The words she speaks,
But,
You are to busy listening to yourself
And what you have to say
To hear anyone else.
Maybe he told you
But his voice was not heard above
The silence of the falling leaves.
Or the sharp snap of branches breaking in the
Autumn cold.
It happens.
You were busy doing the dishes and he had to rush
Out the door,
For
The garbage truck was coming.
Someone had to take the trash
To the curb.
Maybe tomorrow
You can listen.
With your voice you try to
Distract
While your eyes do all the
Lying.
Chole Into Diamonds 