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Deep Ones

I choose

this kind love.

These stars in the trees

beyond the river’s glowing fog.

This heaven that slips through

the layers of my humanity.

Life

is precious

to the whispering

deep ones.

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Stars

How beautiful,

to discover the stars

one precious night

at a time.

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Pieces of You

There is a darling softness

here in the heart.

A softness that holds my love for you

and all the times your smile

held me in safety.

I will miss you, always,

in the quiet.

My heart has grown into

so many pieces

of you.

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Divine

I will always be

the divine love

that is

us.

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I am I

The swell of a new wave approaches and how beautiful it feels, rising in my chest.

I see you, world, and I tell you: I need not change, though I do baffle you so.

I need not shift to suit your understanding of reality.

I am I. Not a broken shard of perfect life.

I hear them speak labels.

Labels I am beyond.

I see their eyes of confusion; confusion arises only upon expectations unmet.

Expect nothing of me and I shall be the rainbow of life I am here to be.

Expect of me a lie and I must decline.

For I am only I.

I see as only I see.

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Such Love Shines

These tender nights.

This soul that whispers,

weary as can be.

Such love shines

upon the pavement of life.

Darlings of mine.

How they take this heart,

how they shatter the light,

that I might be the stars.

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Unknowing

Do not try to wrap me

with your perfect edges.

Boxes are not for me,

the wind,

the stars that burst

through time,

through space,

through you.

I am all.

Do not limit me

with your unknowing.

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Memories

But there you are, darling softness.

Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams.

How do you hold my heart, this night?

Full of dear, sweet memories.

Full of dear, dear

days and nights gone by.

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As You Are

There is no need to be fearful

of the ‘not enough’.

Of the

too different to fit in,

to be chosen.

You are who you are,

and you will rise as you will rise.

Take care

and wander with head held high.

As you are.

To become

you

again

and again.

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Free

I mourn

the turning of time.

Shall I clutch at the moment,

or the passing days gone by?

Or shall I be free

to stroll the fields, with you?

Free to know the wind

as an ever changing friend.