The cherry sky
was never meant to stay,
however beautiful.
The cherry sky
was never meant to stay,
however beautiful.
I have craved your whispering goodness.
I have known your shadows deep.
And here we sing
to a tender memory
of scattered and tumbling
diamond dust.
A silver breath
of life
incomplete.
And then she said goodbye
again,
and again,
and again.
Each time, as if she’d forgotten the last.
The broken heart of precious memories:
a sting she can no longer deny.
She loved his heart and soul, despite it all.
Unconditionally, she has always loved
all things,
all people,
him.
Unconditionally
her heart will break
until it no longer
longs
for what he does not choose.
Her deep blue sea.
A sea too deep for some to bear.
And this,
despite the sweetly ringing bell
of wholeness and grace within,
shocks her, still.
A truth to be seen,
to be held,
to be healed.
Sleepy heart,
whisper to me
of laughter and love;
comfort trickling down
the mountain of mysterious
life.
Shall I bring the sunrise?
Shall I wipe away these tears
with the sweet knowing
of tomorrows smile?
Winter in my eyes,
the warm river of me
slowly
ceases to flow.
Frozen in time,
with only the memory
of two hearts spinning
into one
sweet
love.
Because I am human
the softness inside me only grows
with every flight of my breaking heart.
And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words
etched into the deepest parts of my soul,
but you are.
And I am alone, wading in knee high waters
singing the wistful melody
of a tortured, creative heart.
And all I can see from here
is a rainbow, beautiful and battered,
snaking through a silver
unpredictable
sky.
But darling.
Love will find you.
With that very same wind
that blew your wish away.