My love flows steady, like the ocean’s tide, splashing at the shores of your heart in sadness. It is as sharp as a whale’s teeth, as certain as the thorns on a rose, and as dark as tree bark.
To hate someone is to heave a thousand mountains with bare palmer creases. It is to sip poison first, just to test its sting, it is to fall into a field of thistles banging'.
The sun says nothing, yet the world answers- warbling, chirring, tweeting. The sun opens me like a door each day and the moon is my final exit- and between these two i'm kept.
This morning, i felt that nature, too, celebrates the birth of her saplings- lifting their tender heads toward the sun and scraping them against the smudged, beheaded moon.