When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
It's just there, yet so far will it listen once? How many times can you pray upon a star? Will they exile me to an unknown land? With just the company of a busker hand in hand. In a search for love, in a search for treasure exile me from all of this pressure.
You once asked if I loved you my short answer was no. The truth my feelings I could not let go. I was dancing in the pink hue of the atmosphere, escaping the dragons fiery breath I could not see, I was deaf. There has been now many moons many of them blue, I hope now someone loves you and his love is true.
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer.
The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Like an angel, I need you today to roll this stone away. My heart pumps love like its fair whilst my head doesn't seem to care. Christopher said 'our view of this world is like a mirror reflecting one's soul'. Well, in a deep wishing well. I'm the poem and the pen, to feel more intensely than most spirits and men. I'm on fire, so is the nation as I write away a need in this place of creation.
I would cut down to hear your laugh just one more time, have not just fading memories drowning in this bottle of wine. I miss you more than i ever could've thought, I wish it didn't ache and your life wasn't cut so short. I reflect on us as children, in the past i love to flirt I'll forever have these nights with you, no matter how much they hurt.
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There's a weight in waiting to wait God please, I'm done with waiting.
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it's dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry after a thousand years i'm ready, ignite the nest. i'll be rising from these flames.
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i'll let you choose.
Smith Shine Poetry