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Poetry

Best Friends

Oh, the softness you are.

The sweet story of you

whistled through my pages,

the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to

life.

There is nothing more beautiful

than the glistening shards

of a lifetime of broken hearts

melting together again.

This softness,

this story of two best friends,

fills my heart with quiet.

When the roar is over

there is only me

smiling softly.

And you,

somewhere.

Somewhere in time

gone by.

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Life

This Quiet Place

I’m feeling a little tender, today.

It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that has grown into me like the sweetest of dreams.

It’s just…it’s an aching quiet, actually, is what it is.

A middle land. A place for me to live within the beauty of this moment, a place to also feel the absence of the hearts and souls that bring me to life. How beautiful it is to connect with souls who fill you with life itself. How beautiful it is to love them. If only I could bottle them and keep them with me always.

I’ll never regret a moment of this winding life.

The aches that have held me so firmly in place some days, the internal fights that have cracked me open. The surrender. It’s all a part of it, isn’t it? This life we all try so hard to control— there is no controlling it. Even if we could catch the wind in a jar…how could we possibly know it was in there?

I am handing you this small patch of quiet in the hopes you might pin it to your heart, or your soul, or somewhere nice. That the soft of me might bring you some comfort, or friendship, or whatever it is that might be missing for you in this moment.

To those friends I am missing: I love you. You are a part of me.

To those I will never meet again, it was sweet. (Or not. Just sayin’)

And to the parts of me that are magically brewing in some invisible place, waiting to be seen and known and touched: I am here.

I will wait.

In this quiet place, I will wait.

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Poetry

Those Eyes

There is a softness between us.

I gaze, but I do not see you first.

I feel you, first.

I know you,

first,

down to the bones that hold you.

I would ask for a kiss,

but I see it there

waiting

in your eyes.

Those eyes.

Bring me those eyes, one more time,

forever.

Bring me my medicine,

oh, sweet love!

What cruel, dark night

is this that finds me?

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Poetry

Beautifully Us

Take me to the fire.

Dance with me

in the spaces between

the flames.

Burn with me, into

the quiet

of everything pure.

Everything.

Perfectly

beautifully

us.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 19. Darling of my Soul

Darling of my soul.

Darling of my soul.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 5: Let It Be Love

Darling heart,

sing sweetly

with dreams of the tomorrow sun.

Hold me in my broken longing.

Balance my soul with a million stars

plucked

from the eternal night of love.

And let him come,

dear and darling heart.

Steady and sure,

let him find us when he has

drifted into the honey

of his own sweet soul.

For what is yet to exist

has already been written.

Let it be, darling heart.

Let it be love.

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Life

What If

What if

this moment spun into a million sparks

of you and me.

Wrapped around each other’s

bodies and breath,

folded into the heady fabric of

now.

What if

this bliss already exists

because you are

in me,

and I am in you

now.

Not someday.

Now.

What if.

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Life

Kissed

I remember how it feels to be kissed by the soul of another.

How deep and rare, to be touched like that.

 

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Life

Moon For Two

And he will never be mine

because he will be his own

to keep.

But, someday, he will find me.

And someday we will dance.

Beneath our very own moon

for two.

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Life

Us

The current fills me

with a sweet, soft love to come.

And he will cradle my heart as I hand it to him.

And he will flow with the waves as I search for the shore.

And I will be me, and he will be him.

The current fills me.

And now I see

us.