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What is KnownShe told me that she was nothing
She was not pretty
She was not smart
And she was not confident
But if that were so, then I would have been honest to say so
If it were so, I would have never acknowledged her
But she is something rather than nothing
You see she is to me that which becomes my days and nights
She is to me the time that I spend in the morning to look presentable
She is to me... that which is unknown to dreaming...
Nor known to reality.
You see, she is what people said she could not
There are sometimes love songs that cannot be sung
But that can be conveyed wholly through a look in the eyes
She is to me that which I love completely.
I Didn't Say AnythingToday, I didn't speak.
I didn't speak, but I didn't have my voice.
And for someone whose lungs have collapsed before
I know what it's like to be able to breathe one second
Then not in the next
So believe me when I say that she takes my breath away.
And when I didn't speak
I didn't even think to
After I couldn't breathe, but it wasn't the same feeling
My heart was beating, but I could no longer feel... alive.
When I didn't say anything
When I wasn't breathing life into her
I wasn't breathing at all
Today, I didn't speak
I didn't speak.
I should have, so this time I want to get it right.
So even if I have to do it over
I'll do it right
No, get it right
No, no... Dang it!
No, I've got to live it right
Water's ReflectionWhat does the water see in its own reflection but nothing? Since it is crystal clear and pure, what can it see? It cannot. But just because it cannot see itself does not mean it is not there or meaningless. No, instead if one touches it it ripples and is easily disturbed. Then one can truly see oneself, but whether it is disturbed or still, whether there is a reflection or not, it exists and has purpose. It gives life to the household.
To Remain L'auraDear Kitten,
Please, I ask of you to stay my L'aura. Be the air that fills my lungs. Fill my life, so that I may bear it. Right now, I am the vine. I am planted in good soil, but still I am dead. Why can I not grow and grasp with tendrils the blessed lands around me? It is because the air does not reach me. Be with me always and may it be life-giving to me. The night has long been over, but I still do not reach to the sky yet. Be a gentle breeze in my suffocating times. Lift my wilted leaves when my own strength fails me. The fruit I bear is sour or bitter. I am calloused and have lost the taste of fresh air. If you stay with me, may it be sweet air carried from afar. I look up at the light blue and see the birds on the updrafts. Reach down from up high and lift my head that I may smile into the sun once more. Maybe then my fruit will be sweet and finally bring happiness. Bless my withered soul with a sweet kiss and remain here, moving and dancing but ever here. This to m
The TenderMy soul but the withered husk of a vine in a vineyard, but please, sweet gardener, nurture my soul. I'll be thine and give thee my fruit. You'll be my tender and I your provider, your shade in the heat of the day. And your confidant by night that you may wish and talk with me. I'll listen, and may the winds give me voice that I may advise you in the ways you shall go.
A Couple's PrayerDear God,
To you we pray. Lord, give us the strength to change what we can, the power to change what we cannot, and the will to change what we must. Lord, be our rock when we have nowhere else to stand and lead us not into temptation. Aid us when it is time to forgive each other and humble when rebuke is due us. We pray for your protection always.
Lord, help me to fall more and more in love with her each passing day. Remind me what a precious gem she is to me and give me to her as she would have me, and every day help me make the choice in showing my love to her. So when the storms of trial fill the skies overhead, doubt will not plague my heart nor strength fail me when the time comes to protect what is dear. And when we lay in the grass in awe of your handiwork and I look over, fill my heart so that I may see her as an impression of an angel that I may treasure her ever more. This is Pray, for yours is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever.
On the ShoresLet's escape to some far away shore where the sun glistens on the surface of the turbid waters. Let's go somewhere the flowers dazzle the eyes with hues of bright blues and rosy reds. Let's go and keep it a secret from everyone.
But for now, I must write to you with a brick wall to my back instead of fantastic gardens or mystical shorelines. Even so, I still dream of sitting on the trunk of a hunched coconut tree, looking at the surreal orange for the sun's farewell. We'd sit with tropical flowers in hand, dropping the petals into the water to see the cascading ripples wrinkle the reflections of our smiling faces. That's the world I'd like to dream of tonight. One day, we'll see those shores.
A Night in the Primrose GardenDear Kit,
The night was moonlit and perfect when we last took an evening walk. We walked hand in hand in the summer night's primrose garden. As we walked our path, we watched the ground underfoot, slightly muddied by the summer showers the dawn brought. Walking along the partially damped walkway, I could see the gardens blending into an array of blissful but muddled reflections in watercolor impressions. Returning from the water, the flowers all turn their petals up into a curl as if delighted to see us. The wind stirred enough for the flowers to give a friendly wave before returning to rest, and the fireflies came out to join each other for a dance in the grassy knoll. My eyes flitted here and there to watch their festive game. While enjoying the spectacle, one cheerful firefly darted between, and we caught each other's gaze. I bashfully cast my eyes down at the courtyard bricks and counted the memories from where we started on the mountainside. Then my eyes followed the
The Sky Where We Are In the morning, I await the light breath of her kiss and my reply on her delicate hand. In the evening, I await her blessings that I may sleep soundly. She is the soft voice that calls when whispers fall on deafened ears, and her ways are gentle. I long for the time that she should adorn my head with fleeting kisses. But she and I are separated by the leagues between us. We share the same sky, so when I awake so should she. I leave to my day and she to hers, but we share the same sky. So look up, and remember the other.
Lately though, she has withdrawn her love from me. Where I would wait for her morning kisses, there are none. Where her evening tidings and regards were my godspeed, my sleep is riddled with forlorn nightmares. I find myself in Kirsanov's dilemma--now my lover's thoughts remain shrouded and unfathomable. She is now unattainable; I know not what lay hidden within her soul. I leave to my day and she to hers, but we no longer share the same sky.
Dear Kit, I fell in love witDear Kit,
I fell in love with you, so I pray you don't leave my side. I say this because you are not with me now, and I miss you. I miss the sincere gaze I see when your eyes and mine meet. I miss the way you toss your hair as you turned in my direction. I miss imagining a hidden smile as you walked ahead of me towards the ice cream shops. I miss the carefree laughs of summer and the warm hugs of winter. A busy life has stolen you away from my loving embrace.
But for now I will keep dreaming. I dreamt of chasing you through a frozen forest after a heated snowball fight in the yard. As you ran away from me, I gave chase, but mid-run I tripped and fell into a frigid snow drift. You'd laugh at my expense, but amidst your laughter, snow from a branch came falling down on yiu. For a moment of disbelief the two of us just sat then broke into simultaneous chuckles at our blunders. But oh the fun at the cost of a face full of snow. That's only one of many a fantasy as I lie i
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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