Since the beginning of my pulse
I have been honored
with good days
that left me grateful.........
I have known that the sun can hear thunder and how its brightness can be unfathomable, like my dreams. Since the beginning of my pulse I have been honored with good days that left me grateful inside of the sweetness never stifling......... within all it means.
When midnight kisses the glass that morning has already tasted...... Like a thirsty spider crying out........ for the rain. All of my senses are swept through knowing, my words don't fall on deaf ears...... or stand there, all wasted.
No, you cannot know how I'm feeling but that doesn't mean our world's stopped spinning. The sun....... can still hear thunder in all the ways you love me. You lift me up in the midst of a storm. All my senses are swept through my words stand in stillness a storm's ending...... is love's beginning.
I doubt very seriously if the sun could hear at all that it would hear anything above its own conversion of mass to energy...however I did enjoy the poem. Love can be a storm...but I'd prefer the comfort of old jeans and favorite books and patchwork quilts...warm wood fires...soft candle glow and steaming hot baths myself. It takes awhile for love to get there and I'm not as patient as I was when young. Still it might be worth suffering a storm or two. Your writing is always wonderful.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
thank you Fabian you cynic you. LOL
11 Years Ago
(laughing)
"Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I'v.. read more(laughing)
"Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yeah, I will drink in and always be full" John Popper Blues Traveler from (Runaround) Love ya!
this is so beautiful i almost shed a tear. your imagery and the beautiful way you paint it is astoundingly breathtaking. i want to write like this when i grow up.
' I have known that the sun can hear thunder ~ and how its brightness ~ can be unfathomable, ~ like my dreams. ' ~~ Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. You use language as if IT is a lover, makes me gasp, makes me sigh.
I've read this four times and each time different a different emotion jumps out a me: it's both subtle yet fiery, controlled yet powerful .. but mostly, how loving and faithful every part of it is .. and that's what matters.
there lies a very deep description in this work ..
full of catchy moments and the end .. it was just awesome ..
"a storm's ending......
is love's beginning."
i like !!
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