A throwaway poem


This is just a throw away poem;
Take it in or leave it to be.
I know exactly where this poem is going;
Some poems are just thrown away.
Thrown away, to you, from me.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Saint


Love is rescue.
Love is grace.
Love is true-blue,
Or love is misplaced.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Has realized
That a train station is not an evil place
Inherently
It's just busy

I do not need a flowing river
Or a mane of branches whispering to me in the morning dew
No
I need only the last the sunlit rays of day
The final sight to be seen
And though you say it does not
Being there certainly does make the rain smell more true

These
Are my knees
And I would get down on them
Over and over again
For you and then
And then

What I see in YOU...?

I see the eternal existence in YOU
I see the entire cosmos in YOU
I see the olamic macrocosm in YOU
I see the eternity and universe in YOU
I see the everlasting wildness in YOU
I see the aeon creation in YOU
I see the ageless world in YOU
I see a natural state in YOU
I see the essence of galaxy in YOU
I see the ecology and environment in YOU
I see the glorious landscapes in YOU
I see all the elements of composition in YOU
I see the skies, moon, stars, sun, clouds in YOU
I see the ocean, river, streams, rain, dew drops in YOU
I see the animals, birds, bees, marine life in YOU

I see your inner light, your psyche, your divine
I see soul, I see spirit, I see LOVE in YOU
I see what father could not see your inspiration to BE
I see what mother could never see the "REAL YOU"
I see miracle, magic, mystic and mysterious in YOU
I see what YOU too could not see in YOU

I see in YOU what no one else ever has,
Ever can or could ever see in YOU