At peace with life’s past imperfections We had to come together To effortlessly connect On our second attempt At life’s long conversation
Amongst a deafening crowd Or my last intimate audience I have always seen your shadow In my mind’s starlit garden path
I can trust my senses and instincts And it is plain to see That the butterfly in the lighthouse Is only there for me Returning to the sun’s warm glow
I have never been known to love like this As patient in silence As enthused in aimless conversation I can still close my eyes To recall and enjoy the moment When I moved towards you without thought Meticulous in my memory of the feeling
If my cold hand is always cooling And my warm hand always comforting Never may I be rejected Always may I be welcome In the closest chamber of your heart
I’m beginning to write again Thoughts to fingers An effortless transition On our second attempt At life’s long conversation
obviously the work of a naturally poetic mind. It just is. And, that is the finest compliment I've got. It deserves to be read. It sticks in the heart. It is true poetry.
omg!!! So SO good!
you really capture something so delicate and soulful in this writing , like this song-ful
,warm,effortless.. I just love where you connect from in your writing ... it moves me , it really does. It makes me feel passionate.... about writing, dancing or whatever... really perfect :) Very very good work :)
I'm really enjoying your work and I really appreciate your sharing :)
Than you :) keep shining bright star :)
I know you are most likely talking about that person matter love, but I thought of the moon, a gentile breeze, the snow, walking in the night to a melody of leaves.
In both senses though, a wonderful piece.