When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
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.
I fantasise of you wearing exotic clothing from the poesy you're portraying. I probe the prose I know just what you're saying. Cedillas on letters, smooth curves of your words I want to bite the lid of this pen making love to your poetry, with my penetrating words.
Suffered in His love for our sin. Overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit, when inside He flew. Son of man at the core. Anoint in the rainfall of life. A sacrifice so pure. Grace so kind. love. Heart soul and mind. Wind to the sail. He is love. And love will never fail.
The pretty green's in flames, and i've just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can't all be Rock 'N' Roll stars, so i'm blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.
I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.
When nimbus drift away, the hissing of the sun lights the path that lead the way. Dimitri rises through the spine reviving in a dream. The realm of the soul, the new scene. From the depths, a cry awakening to the truth only when we die.
She's a blessing i've a gift the calling evades, to know is to love the eggs have been laid. Eye in the cloud must i be the ear, I strain to listen I try to write clear. The eye in the cloud produces words from this pen my brain it sings it does dance, at times it forgets, so give me a chance. Let it gust in hurricane splash out the sea, ignite the fuse dont let it pass by me. Bullets in the chamber a rattle in the heart, i'll embrace with it create with it, there shall be no end, but a start.
Smith Shine Poetry