renascent vitality

renascent vitality

 

sip of mystic wind on ice

to slash my nightmare vein.

river of light warms quiet guts,

 tundra melts to love.

 

she sits and eyes a yellow bird,

her laughter completes his song.

and, I just watch and realize

I have found a Home.

 

dead debris of broken me,

sleeps hard beneath my trail;

abandoned pain and deformed

kisses left to decompose.

 

she paints my darkness happy green,

stomps my demons’ heads.

her smile: the sunrise of our own

refurbished paradise.

Reviews

[What happened to simple..]

Sweet and contiguous, both the poem and your relationship with her =) xx

[Amy Bumpas]

Love these lines:sip of mystic wind on ice

to slash my nightmare vein...this has such depth and vision...