You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
Thrown by your howling wind
and soaked in your tempest rain,
I reach for you,
wondering how you put
this thunder
in my ears.
Words are talismans
from the places
we’ve traveled
and the people
we’ve been,
and the word
I carry in my chest,
favored above all,
is your
name.
Poets have long
ached to veil desire
in flowery coverings
to transform emotion
into art.
But what’s more
boldly inspired
than a heart,
naked,
crying out
for you?