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  May 2016 WoodsWanderer
Ocean Blue
A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.
  May 2016 WoodsWanderer
Makenzie Scott
I feel the end in your embrace
A never type of forever where we both become the water we drown in
Its not the kiss that leaves me reeling it's the taste

And the dust that becomes the stars that set
Is the dust that makes us as we rise
We are the morning, even in our twilight*

I fear no end in your embrace, the kiss of young stars on our lips will fall
and burn this love into our sky
the fading light will bind our souls when all the suns have set
A collaboration with Torin Galleshaw*

Thank you Torin for this gift which flowed so effortlessly from your poem "I want you to love me when I am old." It's a pleasure to be among so many wonderful writers - a ceaseless source of inspiration.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1648282/i-want...
WoodsWanderer May 2016
We are grasping at words hidden beyond this wall of misunderstanding
Misconceptions and harsh observations become the crux for our downfall
and your words lash against me as sharp and stinging as willow branches running.
So much pain behind the eyes which watch mine with a distant ache
and I cannot stop.
If my happiness is your hatred how can we go on?
How can we proceed with truth as our mat, honesty our flying carpet and love the wind that buoys our stiff limbs.
My love is tied to the fresh peaks coalesced in my heart as the atoms of my survival and their laughter is written in the snowbanks we fall upon, the gravel spat back from beneath our hot tires racing down old overgrown trails, the burning heat of flint and steel fires gasping in the breeze
we are so different.
my honesty you call selfishness.
We are both new developing beings with the world open to us in every which way.
we cannot hold eachother to what we used to be and your accusing glare grates on my worn nerves and
I cannot stop.
I cannot stop hurting you with my happiness because it is found in trees, wind, rocks, gurgling river beds
places you cannot contend with
I know you hate it.
and maybe we are better off apart
maybe we need space to breathe
to learn how we are as individuals
who we are.
I will still love you.
a small part of me will always love you
but perhaps this is the crossroad
for our relationship
perhaps I will go left
and you will go right.
It will not be nice
It will not be clean or kind
But it will be healthy
and we will grow
and find loves that lift our wings
not dampen them..
WoodsWanderer May 2016
Come, fly with me
my soul cannot be still
with your alpine eyes watching me
and your smile
filling my veins
with bubbles of ecstasy
  May 2016 WoodsWanderer
curlygirl
Dance with me,
my soul cannot be still
around *you
.
WoodsWanderer May 2016
I wanted to write a poem
to celebrate the fragility of mortality
The small bones in which hold up arms, wings
are easily snapped by the pressure wave of life
and yet we strive.
a wave in the grass and alarms draw me near
small gasping that only
the mother robin can hear
sniffing licking prancing, the neighbors dog jumps
at my hoarse cry
running with a helicopter tail
as I recover her fun.
The tiny wings tremble
featherless he shivers
rice sized heart thrumming with the life force
of blood coursing through his developing veins.
scarlet pinpricks adorn his pink fleshy body
He is so small.
So helpless
eyes only a fraction smaller then his head
crack open
fear and panic filling their silken depths
and I try
gentle as the soft caress of summer breezes
to lift him into the warm cocoon of my scarf.
breast fluttering
a body the size of half my palm
I cradle him.
Slowly he snuggles closer, young purple beak
burrowing into the soft paisley fabric.
and a love for this baby bird fills my heart and
eyes
with a sadness at the cruelty of this world
Because even as he snuggles
in a few hours he is taken from this world to the next
The elements and the shock too much
for his exposed soul to handle
His small body left cold and curled in the nest i attempted
to cradle him in...
laying the baby robin into the cool dark earth
I felt my airway seize
at the quick surety of death
so young.
And as my tears water his grave
I am reminded how precious this gift is
This gift of life, of love
of wings we grow to soar these skies
vibrant only because of it's short span of discovery
It will be over before we know it
So let us live
let us soar for those baby birds who's wings were broken
before they ever learned to fly
let us be free
*and alive.
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