i wanted to run my hand across the grain,
lay my head on your cool metal,
and will centuries of secrets straight into my pulsing heart
The Door
Tag Archives: musings
Pennsylvania
our eyes travel along the edges of your rolling hills,
across soft, emerald fields,
alongside small homesteads filled with golden,
straw-colored dreams and clear streams of enchanted river songs
Guide
in her blindness,
it was the bright sounds
and the faithful shadows
that would guide her restless soul
Shade
cover me lightly with a soft and airy touch,
and i will grow strong and solid in the restful shade
Impressions
a grasshopper visits an orange zinnia,
whispering softly to each other–
each, leaving its impression upon the other
The Light
open yourselves and blossom carefully,
the light fades, the earth turns cold–
prepare to conserve your energy
and quietly await the next season
Vacant
i found her there–
waiting,
watching,
willing
me to come closer–
and listen
to the silence,
to the semblance,
to the unspoken
and stifled–
trapped,
tramped,
tapped
and forever vacant
Shadows
in the evening light–
shadows speak
Mountain Laurel
the laurel looked so beautiful in the
slanted rays of the afternoon–
so enticing
and lovely,
i could almost feel the analgesics
numbing arthritic pain,
silencing soft and sorrowful broken hearts
Chosen
you were ready to be chosen,
and so,
i chose you
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