I feel it pull
on me,
im not meant
for it,
the weight
of love

Upon mountains high,
the peaks arise, a jagged crown
against the skies.

With silent grace, they watch the
land, a timeless and majestic stand.

And nestled deep within their hold,
a river's story unfolds.

It carves a path, a silver thread,
through verdant valleys,
softly spread.

The water sings a gentle song,
as it tumbles peacefully along.

Reflecting clouds and sun's bright
gleam, a living, winding, liquid dream.

The valley floor, a vibrant green,
the most serene and lovely scene.

Fed by the river, cool and clear,
that whispers secrets to the air.

So high above, so far below,
the mountains stand, the waters flow.

The mountains are a symbol of
freedom and choices we make,
and the rivers song is a reminder
of where we've been.

A perfect harmony they keep,
while all the sleeping world dreams
the river constantly streams.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

i have seen the heaven created in you—  
one they could not understand.  
and so they named it wrong,  
because they could not hold what they feared in their hand.  

you were fire, and i the very same.  
they said we’d burn the world down—  
but all we ever wanted was to be warm.  

her touch: psalm.  
her gaze: prayer.  
and still, they call it sin—  
as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand.  

they could not understand  
that when she loves me,  
the sky listens more closely  
and the stars stay a little longer.  

her eyes, gently pulling me in—  
her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides  
as i pry to the surface  
to utter her sacred name.  

and even the breath feels borrowed,  
as if the universe conspired to see it through.  

how can my sin be love?  
oh, they would never understand.

tip toes to an imaginary line
drawn in the sand,
speaks in shadows,

tenderness, raw and sharp.

raised by wolves
she chews to the bone.

kiss the wind
my love is gone.