“love is not impatient,”
she said,
“not gripping, nor envious, nor bitter;
love needs no reflection to cast its light.”
as the dogwood blossoms fell.
“love is generous beyond measure,”
he replied,
“and like a river finds the truest channel.”
and in the bright blue sky the swollen moon smiled down.
“my love runs deep,”
she said,
“with […]
there is a whisper hush that
slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
calcium twisted heart-mongers i
don’t think there is a
new way to say but
what i want to say is
that this flower has flowered so
bright and i
can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
all that whelms and over
[…]
the ripples as they reach
the edge are gentle and do not show,
except in gentle passing,
any sign of that first pebble strike
upon the surface of the lake.
but it is in that softest rise
and whisper-hushing lap,
that love reveals its truer face.
i dreamt last night. of ocean pounding waves that salty-crashed to cliffs so high their heights did lay assault to that same very clouding throne storm-capped and majesty and screamed a language born of everafters. as rock was pummeled down to sand.
i dreamt last night. of meadow slope and greenest grass with splash of yellow […]
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