The Steady Hand that Breaks

In the most of breathing mist by things we used to catch, the ways of setting freedom slowly closing the eyelids one by one, voicing the emotion over and over again hoping that you can feel it to. We search, we cuddle in between beliefs that passing wind and moving rivers won't move us apart. Now beside soft-cold air upon your layers of life holding those answers that made the world seem possible to play our games hide and seek,

Knowing everything there took you where you need to know about pain and love that in between those extremities we would always find each other, hideouts we'd always escape to if the outside got too cruel. Lately been hiding in lightshows that sparkle only for awhile, though the illumination upon my cloths day after day showed your clinging marks of saying " I hold you close also, if the passing wind and moving rivers take you away." Being caught up in convoy of time peeling one day after the next, to feel the material of deepness as your hideout was much more than a playground that kids ran through as the sun gave it's ceremony everyday.

Yours was simply dancing in the rain middle of a white sky, refusing to hear anything else but the sounds of raindrops bringing memories where we choose to be and somehow we always believed a rainbow will be at the end of every storm. This was larger than life, it was a story unwritten but written between our souls cuddled up together, hiding together creating a latent love pulling each other's sleeve to join and to follow each other's hideouts, where our hideouts where one of the same.

Author's Note

What You think and tell what it makes you remember cause interested what memories brings to mind while reading these thoughts I've put together.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many thoughts and place brought to life by your words.
"We search, we cuddle in between beliefs that passing wind and moving rivers won't move us apart. Now beside soft-cold air upon your layers of life holding those answers that made the world seem possible to play our games hide and seek,"
The lines above is true for the most of us. Hiding away with someone in a secret place and knowing happiness. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Just going beyond the oceanic
emotions in my veins, wanted to capture something that life is secretly saying and poetry is the solution not a tool for life but something to grab onto if we fall and to walk with when feeling alone in this massive universe. I appreciate your sincere kindhearted words my fellow friend. You keep writing and you inspire others to write more and feel appreciated. Sincerely your friend in poetry and life.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did very well. A amazing poem.