We are the poets.
The ones who listen to the bones of the earth.
The ones who feel the wind,
who know the wind,
who are the wind.
The bridge to the aching quiet.
We build it
and we travel its winding path,
searching for more than what we see,
the poets.
We are the poets.
We are the song of aching life.
A rose to meet the morning bright,
to grow in cheer,
to gather life.
Yet day to day
the rose does wither,
day to day the rose does wither,
lost
beneath the foggy dreary.
Lost.
Beneath.
How is a rose to gather
honey sweet
from deep blue trees?
How is a rose to grow
in the dark
of uncaring
life?
How is a rose to grow?
It is a beautiful thing
to know love.
To feel it
burning,
aching,
glowing;
how I have known love
is as small as an hour born
of its grand, magnificent day.
I have loved in many ways.
Is there a garden I am yet to find?
A moment still to spring
upon the delicate plough of yesterday?
I am certain there is more to come.
I shall wait for it by the gate
where the red roses wither
and the daffodils wake
in sweet tufts
of two.
I am the wind,
and she is the earth
that knows me.
Slinking down alleyways,
thrilled by the rippling dark.
Black
upon white, cold
stone.
Daisies tilt their heads:
smile.
Axes bite into crimson bone,
dwelling in the corners
of the corners.
Pure.
Devilish.
A curious mix.
Grace breathes life
into fire.
Life breathes fire
into grace.
When the day moon shines
from its blue morning home,
I reach into the quiet
and feel
once again
the tender, sweet moments
of yesterday.
Twinkle, twinkle little light
shine on me your beauty bright.
Hold me gently, love me dear
show me I have naught to fear.
Twinkle, twinkle little light
sing me through the darkest night.
.
The human might do well
to remember
that the body is an instrument
which can only be played perfectly
by the stars
that live inside of it.
Wildling feet have danced too long
in the forest of evergreen,
waiting for the leaves
to change and
fall.
My heart
lives
inside of me.
Dearest, home.
I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.
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