Low tide

I can feel myself
Healing, growing, and learning
It is a blessing.

Though I am not sure
What is changing within me;
Chaos is fleeing.

For the first time in
A painfully long nightmare
I can breathe freely.

There is not any
Panic blossoming within
Just a warm, slow peace.

Such slowness is rare
In my life it has been few;
I will consume it.

Steady, soft, complete
My heartbeat returns to me
Where it always was.

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Musing

Little bits of gold

Hidden in the trees;

Honeyed twigs and branches

Caramelized leaves.

Unfurling fronds of greenery, dripping from the breeze

Sunlight touches everything, hiding

precious metals in the trees.

Agape

Let us love not with vigor, or emotion, or with zest

Let us love not with impassioned words and hearts pounding in our chest

Let us love instead with sorrow and the heartbreakings of heaven,

Each added soul a brimming whole

Of halves and broken edges.

Let us love with all our purpose and our glances and our restings

Let us love with every one in world envisioned like the best

Let us love like nothing ever happened and nothing ever will;

Let us love as wide and far as the east is from the west.

Like God in Earth heals our hurts,

Let us love

Away

The

World.

an evergreen love

pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines

I like you now and love you all of the time

silvering skies, blossoming eyes

the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize

i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh

the treetops wave down at the seas with delight

feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks

my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.

 

Foxgloves

Faux-like, foxgloves

know I am in love

many reasons, one being

the people on the screen… with their perfect, flawlessly manicured romances

Do not hold a candle

To my own.

I feel no jealousy, no longing

no loneliness, no haunting

Just quizzical – are these the same stories

that left me heart-hungry so long before?

Now I see but a shadow

of the love we have to explore.

These Hollywood bouquets are nothing 

to him and me.

make-up

i still pause every now and again, shocked

that anything should give me hesitation.

it still doesn’t quite make sense that

your unhappiness, even in the midst of my anger AT YOU,

should move me with such alarming strength.

 

never before have i been

unable to withhold reconciliation;

it was always a move of pity, never

one of love,

not like now, where my heart crumples if i cannot end the stony silence

and hold you.