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 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
FullmoonFlower
We didn't seek this
yet we got it
we didn't thought we needed
each other like this
yet here we are standing
side by side
...
if only I could touch you
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
Wings of love
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
I must have grown wings
captured within your arms
because I’m flying even when
my feet are planted next to yours
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
Melancholy
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
The whispers from her yesterdays
haunt her everydays
turning her tomorrows
into sorrows
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
Blessed
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
Zia
You came as a surprise
And made me realise
that on earth there’s paradise
I just have to look in your eyes
and feel how blessed am I
when the ghost of the dark cried for sunset
and the darkness arrived like a storm
the cliffs all angular and windswept
to wait long for the blossoms of dawn,

the dark all a seascape of blackness
a dance that soon opened every door
the clouds darkest grey, hardly
senseless,
the waves that blue anchored
the shore.

our love was a drifting of sorrow
like a tide only longing to flow
baptised while it waits for the morrow,
the moon’s tender orb all aglow,

when i kiss you beneath the
bright starlight
each star throws a fisherman’s
net,
and your flesh tastes like silvery
moonlight,
like the first night we met.

the late clouds gather their silver
the wind blows like the song of a ghost,
and my heart pounds like a
burgeoning river,
and all time in its fever is lost.

the storm’s edge blows open the
window,
the shutters pushed out from the sill
the clouds are a story of sorrow,
the evening all chill,

the night hangs her clothes in
her wardrobe
the sun sleeps like a cloudy
old bear
and all of my love like a snow
globe
white petaled, moon-scented and fair.

i dream of you like a silvery ocean
whose tide ever beats ever back
your love all a hypnotic potion
painted silver and black.
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
CarolineSD
Still
 Jun 2020 JaxSpade
CarolineSD
Chaos permeates
And there are too many voices
Lamenting and screaming,
And there is fear like a great machine churning
And there is death and an eerie
Grinding of gears that feels
Somehow driven
And managed,
And I feel pushed upon it and carried to where
I don't want to go.

But, yet

Out in these canyons, beneath the rough granite that rises
And the great pines that ****** their arms into the sky,

There is peace by the river, still.

Walk along beside it
Through the thick brush that hides us
From everything beyond just

This moment and

The current pushes onwards
Speaking only in healing tones
As it spirals around the rocks
And over hidden waterfalls, flows
Down, down, down.

And there is shelter here in the
Deafening sound of the wild water rushing

And there is peace by the river, still.

Out here, it is life or death,
And you don't always get to decide which, so

Lay your body at the temple of the mountains
And give up all of your questions.

Just free fall into the wind beneath the cliffs,

Into nothing and everything and

I love you, still.
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