Tag: original prose

the light seeks you out

your delicate beauty

it caresses
in a way I never could

I envy it so

i was morning and
she was night

but somehow
she could shine a light

upon my soul
and make me whole

and humble

I wait.
not sure
what for,
so
I sit and
wait some more.
I realized
if I’m not moving
forward,
and I’m not moving
backward,
though I am capable
of both,
then
I must
be waiting.

things do fall

rain and
leaves and
tears an
all…

the glory of life
unfolds
as a symphony
of micro movements
the glory of love
unfolds
as a symphony
called
you

we never talk anymore

but

I can still hear u

when the quiet falls

and the moonlight

tosses shadows

as long as your silence

I feel
the beads
of our love making
streaming slowly down
my
back.
This serves
to quicken my breath
and
harden my
resolve…

there is only so long
one can hold on.

for your strength
is only as good
as your
desire to hold

and is in direct
proportion

to that which
wants to
be
held.

hold me.

I am lost.
though
to get lost
implies
one knows
where one is going
or at the very least
where one is
or was,
coupled with
the faintest
idea of how
one got to where
one doesn’t know
where one is
in the first place

I’m not sure
but I will guess
I was born
without GPS