In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.
Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.
I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.
Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.
Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.
I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.
Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.
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