Whole

I kiss each wound 

where it’s begun..

The hurt shrouded beneath the brilliance of the sun..

i wish the beauty of it to dance over you 

healing all that’s been stung..

time to let go 

the winds howl loud

a doleful cry is heard above the clouds...

where you were torn 

will be shorn no more..

Tracing the lines of my soul

Tracing lines of my soul

found my breath while I was drowning..

Slow fire burn 

Oh how I yearn..

Heartbeats yours  

loud, fierce 

gentle, strong..

determined to live out what’s mine

a wrinkle of time is all 

that’s begun..

warmth stirs my soul 

lingering on 

like the beauty of the sun and the stories it holds..

Ghosting

moving, breathing 

raw inside 

There are no words for things I hide 

wondering, pondering 

where did i go...

was it real 

am I here

Is it all fear...

Invisible, gone 

ghosting is strong

fighting through hard 

it’s all wrong...

heart of steel 

be gone..

 

Love of mine...

love of mine...

you took up residence in my head 

seeding a warmth in my heart..

unpredictable is our path

we are the miracle in the middle of it..

my soul blooming for you 

grooming a love that couldn’t be contained 

no right 

no wrong 

simply where we belong..

no template for what’s begun

a recognition 

an exploitation of love that has taken its’ run..

air beneath my feet...

flying 

or stuck 

this gilded cage of mine.. 

breathing or suffocating 

the walls are closing in..

lost myself along the way

do I have to stay.. 

everything I ever knew 

came from you..

I feel the air beneath my feet 

rattling my bones 

breaking it down 

building it up 

I see the door 

the way out..

listen to my shout 

flutter your wings 

let’s change the scene..

Quarantined love..

one way ticket 

enjoy the ride...

will we survive 

as we walk this in stride..

is it my heaven or 

hell that’s arrived...

what you imagine is what you will see...

it can be easy

free as the breeze 

or lock you down cold 

struck with disease... 

hope is a dream

not always what it seems... 

Detours here

Detours there

Sometimes happy 

sometimes they scare...

seven years passed 

like water under the bridge...

for a brief moment in time 

our lives paused 

giving us cause to love without laws..

tiniest second...

you filter through the pane...

sheltering in deeper and deeper 

all of it in vain 

no glass thick enough to keep away the pain...

hand reaches out 

fingers tracing yours... 

For the tiniest second you have everything to gain...

searching deep within 

you no longer know your name... 

each tear rolling down 

sweeps you to the ground...

breaking the glass 

I’ll clean up the shard...  time will stand still 

until the parts of your divided heart heal...