1.
The scent; amber
The color; pine
The touch; echos
The sound; blind
They are
All
of the senses
Intertwined.
2.
Sweet Robin, alight... takes to wing
Bruce's laughter, a booming thing.
Mark serenades, Michelle My Belle
Rog recants exploring tells
Scott japes, and keith's ad libs
Karen oh Karen, heaven forbid!
Artists Dreamers Escapists Poets.
Jesters Lovers Genius Knowers.
Alarmists minimalists
Extroverted introverts
Fighters flighters
Together
Loners
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
What I have now, I have in abundance
I have it to give to you...
Untethered to any intention
I have it.
For you.
It is yours.
And know it was what I intended for you all along.
Safety, comfort, stability....even sanity
It is yours.
I hold it up
Open, raw, a gift from God or the Universe, to me ...to you.
Its real, with the depth and weight of its promise.
I'm keeping it here for you,...exposed
Subject to regection from "before"
Its ok, It is mine to freely give to you
If you will have it,
If you will have me.
The acceptance of me "after"
Would be the greatest gift....
But there is the intention...It is there after all.
The basis of my intention, it is simply the need
for forgiveness.
For your love.
And My love to you.
It seems as if the recipient has shifted
From you, to me...
But really, It is interchangeable
"after" is something to be shared.
"After" is the gift....the one that brought your sister.
With "after" there came a knowing....
A knowing that I had been wrong, broken.
Broken like you said you are now.
The gift can fix it...."After" is surely the cure
For all broken things.
I need you to know there was a place that preceeded "before"
It was " the begining" it was you.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC