DEVASTATION — oh! \utter beauty —
that what you do unknowingly, did to me/
BUTTERFLY-lash’ing’s
deep pools
eyes of jewels
stares, my soul which you do:
what fragments of time
that the world vanishes
when my soul i s
so near to you!
LOVE my love!
devastating love!!!
THAT FOREVER should never be tonight
but how forever devours tender hearts
that never is lonely asking Penance
and how forever is an echo of memories
— especially for those we have loved
and lost. Forever and never. That unto
itself can shatter the bravest of hearts.
:: 09.08.2021 ::
“Dear! Let us find a room where we can shine!”
As the sun in a place unconfined by walls?
“Yes! A place full of moons and suns and hearts
and kisses untold!”
Yes, let this be so! And so it is.
Oh. how the walls shimmer as living skin!
That the roof is not there becomes sky!
How creatures of tender hearts enter our home:
the butterflies and their hosts!
“Dear? What happens now?”
LOVE, LOVE AND MORE LOVE !
:: 09.08.2021 ::
THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.
For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.
Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?
The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.
My dear Adria.
:: 09.08.2021 ::
THE MORNING ROSE PINK
THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.
For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.
Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?
The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.
My dear Adria.
:: 09.08.2021 ::
THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.
For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.
Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?
The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.
My dear Adria.
:: 09.08.2021 ::
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