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She speaks
from the heart
listen to her
it's important
© All Rights Reserved - Dustin Matthews
I sat on the swing,
Shifting my body weight,
Coasting higher by the seconds,
leaving all my thoughts behind,

Finally I am soaring high,
Wind hugging my body,
And the blue sky outlined with white clouds,
Creating an instant shock of insanity,

Making me feel like I'm about to be swallowed,
And I might never come back down to earth,
Because I'm finally happy,
Here on this swing alone.
-Zalea
Grandiloquent – Ha!
Such irony in one word!
And so fun to say.
Meet me in the meadow,
and sing to me a song.
One I haven't heard before
but we've both known all along.

Surround me with the melody,
wrap me in sweet chords.
Sweep me towards the ocean
to walk along the shore.

There we'll stride, hand in hand
to greet the setting sun.
while colors touch your whispered wish
that two hearts shall beat as one.

And when water welcomes smiling stars,
and the breeze tickles my skin,
your words will keep me warm inside;
they'll light me from within.

We'll drift to sleep, me in your arms,
lying tangled in the sand.
And when we wake I'll ask you, please,
to sing to me again.
It’s not knowledge,
But it is with knowledge
It’s not quite experience,
For that is something else
Good judgment perhaps?
But, no, that’s only a part.

Sensibility and insight
Learned and alert
How can I know this myself?
If not knowledge, what?
Is it some sacred art?

Knowledge I can have
But wisdom still lack
I pray that I might perceive
What this word itself
Means, but also for some keen
Understanding in my heart.

I pray that I might have
This thing called wisdom
So that I might not have
Just another notch on my belt
But that I could learn to be
A true child of God, told apart.
Something more.
Dependent, learning
Seeking love, friends to cherish.
Ever trusting, bright.
Matthew 18:3 - "And he said: 'Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.'"
Testing the water, it’s hot and pleasant
Salty, but its waves will not overcome the ocean
For it is small and not quite in sight
It’s power is a mystery.

A box of grey and blue, cooing softly
Silver, but it cannot overcome the hawk
For it is small and like a man’s fright  
It’s feathers are a mystery.

Fluttering bows, bright and colorful
Fun, but it’s flight will not overcome a plane
For it’s small and like a star in the city tonight
It’s magic is a mystery.

But here is a thing, not one described
Powerful, and it overcomes all but the deaf
For it is both small and large, it does excite
To the deaf, a mystery.

Here’s one more, one of five together
Complex, and it overcomes all but the blind
For it’s both wide and near, a strange might
To the blind, a mystery.

It creates an appetite, it can be unpleasant
Indescribable, and it overcomes only taste
For it’s none too large, and not hard to write
To the sick a mystery.

One to go with that, something to crave
Sweet, and it overcomes an appetite
For it’s more than hunger, a thing of delight
To many, a mystery.

Warm or cold, skin to skin it can be
Inviting, and it overcomes weak-wills
For it’s always there, a strange, quiet plight
To the dead, a mystery.

This is not one of five, but a sixth
Confusing, and overcomes even great scholars
For it’s vast as the ocean, something to write
To everyone, a mystery.

Great heart.
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