You are the sun, bathing me in golden warmth
each time you walk into a room,
from a light that shines deeply within your heart;
you are the stars and moon.
You are everything good that decorates the sky,
a vast expanse of glistening light
that tethers my soul to yours with tendrils of fire,
warming me all through the night.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Walk A Mile
Behold - a deep chasm of difference and hate!
We all throw our shoes across,
but no one tries them on.
We can fill the hole with used footwear,
but sharing the work of bridge building seems easier.
Besides, I like these shoes -
it took a while to break them in.
We all throw our shoes across,
but no one tries them on.
We can fill the hole with used footwear,
but sharing the work of bridge building seems easier.
Besides, I like these shoes -
it took a while to break them in.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Covenant
Is it selfish to be tired of this coaster ride?
To want to leave the thrills and chills behind?
I boarded thinking it would be bitterly short,
but permeating this longevity, a desire to abort.
Love is infinite, but tolerance has its bounds,
we're approaching my limit of sacrifice to expound.
Please know that I love you with all my heart,
and I'll make myself endure until you fall apart.
To want to leave the thrills and chills behind?
I boarded thinking it would be bitterly short,
but permeating this longevity, a desire to abort.
Love is infinite, but tolerance has its bounds,
we're approaching my limit of sacrifice to expound.
Please know that I love you with all my heart,
and I'll make myself endure until you fall apart.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Jar
I want to put this in a bottle
and clutch it to my heart.
Something in this deep blue sky
with wispy clouds painted like art.
Is this feeling in the brisk, clean air
tangible and quantifiably mine?
Will I know it when this same breeze blows
and the sun presses gently sublime?
Give me a jar so I can capture
all the rapture drenching bliss;
infinite joy bundled in a package
to call upon moments like this.
and clutch it to my heart.
Something in this deep blue sky
with wispy clouds painted like art.
Is this feeling in the brisk, clean air
tangible and quantifiably mine?
Will I know it when this same breeze blows
and the sun presses gently sublime?
Give me a jar so I can capture
all the rapture drenching bliss;
infinite joy bundled in a package
to call upon moments like this.
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