Wakes of Winds

Wakes of Winds

A Poem by Matthew Paul
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A collaboration between me and my baby

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He appeared, gently brushing the petals of a serene, coloured life

The flower shuddered, sighed, joyful, opening to the light of his heart

Eyes met, minds met, life met; an old dance divine

Face to face, fellow to flower, souls mirrored in eyes, intertwined and inseparable

 

"Not right"s and "so wrong"s filled their ears, two sides shouting somber words that burned like acid

Neutralized by their basic connection, strong in spite of separation, deep in spite of distance

Mountains overcome, oceans swam; binded hands; their stand illustrated in truths honesty

Unity achieved, fears shattered, molds broken, purity between and nothing less, sublime bliss

 

Forever forward, moving, flowing, showing courtship, with all colours glowing

Soldiering on, striding through hardship, happy always, whole, fulfilled

Lives filled to the brim with happiness, companions in a state of ineffable peace

Infinitely eternal and still their blooming love flourishes in the wakes of winds calling

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Matthew Paul


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