A place where
We truly feel other's words
In unison
As they shake our core
Spill some tears
Marked by goosebumps  
Unwrapping their truth
Facing reality
Of similar feelings
We hold inside
We are not alone

Jl 2016

He  stays  with  us  in  winter  storms
And  when  the  garden's  bleak
He  hops  around  in  sleet  and  hail
Appearing  pale  and  weak.

But  once  the  days  begin  to  lengthen
And  the  worst  of  winter's  gone
He  perches  high  up  in  a  tree
And  begins  his  joyful  song.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

I stood in the dew kissed grass
Barefoot at midnight
Lilac, carried by the breeze
Filled my mind with you
The darkened sky looked down in shame
The whippoorwill song,
Echoes my sins
Repeated, through out the night
The question the owl asks,
Long since past "who"
It asks where my scarlet letter is
Even as I wear it on my face
The crickets laugh aloud
And the frogs croak at my disgrace
But I dare not hang my head
Nor will I feel shame
For louder than any night can call
My heartbeat speaks your name

My soul has been ****** dry,
due to the rising body temperature,
This drove me to speak in tongues

I close my eyes and I drift deep into a bed of jelly
as my heart called out your name,
My body became lifeless
and we become one with our feelings.

This is this
Imperfectly perfect
Shadows burned into candlelight
Yin to yang
Two halves of something
Powerless as our passions unite
Chasing rainbows
Through shrouded skies
Bursting clouds to find our light
This is this
Imperfectly perfect
Two stars in the ocean burning bright


(C) Pixievic