Wakes of WindsA Poem by Matthew PaulA collaboration between me and my baby
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
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Added on June 12, 2009 Last Updated on June 12, 2009 AuthorMatthew PaulEdenAboutThose that know; know. The dream is still the same as day one. embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/index/swf/badge.swf?v=4.1.5%3A22017" FlashVars="backgroun.. more..Writing
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