The wishing seed

If you ever stood still

with the ground pressed to your bare feet

the grass in all it's coolness

on a day that seems limitless

That is but a small touch of love

The way she makes me feel

her hair like the earth

creates all beauty

creates landscapes from her lips

to her torso where the photographs

annoint truth

and burden

and can silence the rumbling storms of sky

The world can pull you apart

as the ocean does to sand

to change footprints left behind

to make them disappear

so you may walk again

where footprints have been made

and washed away

Love is the tide

pulling us in all directions

with a question of

where will we end up

how will we be mended together

and what footprints will we hold

Love is that seed floating by

on a warm summer night

that is caught

and then wished apon

This is what she has done me

I hold her in my hand

wishing over and over again

that she will not be tempted..

to drift away

only to be caught again

Reviews

[Sabine]

Well conceived, and imaginative. Sabine

[MagiCrystal]

The way she makes me feel

her hair like the earth

creates all beauty

creates landscapes from her lips

to her torso where the photographs

annoint truth

and burden

and can silence the rumbling storms of sky

There is a magic in this piece that melt my heart...this is outstanding!
You are a poet.. and you write beautiful I find you when I was surfing this site.. and I'm glad I did..
Welcome to my blog... and don't stop writing.. you have passion and that's a += talent! hehe!

[Elizabeth]

Haunted and wistful, almost? Again, the images are outstanding. Visceral. Very well done.

[yma~catherine]

ah! oh
this is heavy like a comet but it sails like a ship on a sea of frothy dynamic devotion!