Prism
Shards of angled light
pierce and merge the guilt and grace,
emblazing the soul.
Tag: poetry
Shards of angled light
pierce and merge the guilt and grace,
emblazing the soul.
tender limbs seek relief
not from a foretime’s impetuous work weeding beds
a different, deep, enthralling ache bellows from my core
i long to be with him
to laugh, beam in a concert of rapture
indubitable joy in hewed lines on our faces
burrow tight dancing to phantom music
sit under a canopy of magnolia inspirit with sweet fragrance
touching fingertips
softly embracing
possibility
such afternoon of unencumbered
bliss, a yearning so urgent
my lashes wet with anticipation
there i pause
does his mental palace brim with equal urgency
thus grounds for the sudden stir?
if an invisible tie should bind
where shall i find reprieve?
truth portrays brighter
than fiction
maybe this is nothing
perhaps he is everything
the Solstice awaiting our return
~smf
The early dawn speaks in moody color
Awakening with a recollection of my lunar mother
As she flew to my throat, this master of disguise
Determined to soften, to illuminate a vernal path of light
Wealth in blind faith, I will follow.
Nocturnal luster flutters forth, and I can see clearer now
Enchantment from the shadow depths
Change is apparent as I question purity at hand
Intuitive birth beginning from a mere thought
Wealth in blind faith, I do follow.
Spoken words from within rising to my lips
A collective emerges
Under the velvet moon we rise, voices void of sound, rich in color
Drawing innermost shadows to the canvas
Wealth in blind faith, we follow.
Searching for balance and beauty, a portal sought
In realms of truth and trust
Passage to where though? dare I ask
Uncertainty reigns under the velvet moon
But wealth in blind faith, I still follow.