It was that one last drop
that flooded a brimful hollow
Welling drop by drop . . .
Lingering , . . moment by moment,
belatedly over-flowing the restraint
slowly filled by reckoned time
Gathered teardrops surrendered
from vulnerable cup of thirsting blossom
Volatile bedewed petals gently sipping
dawn's velvet mist
A tender heart ... spilling the traces of hurt
Beneath the stains of time
hidden deep within
the enigmatic pools of your eyes
The moment of love
awoken,
is a boundless
awaited sunrise
It's as if a stifled river's trickle
reinvigorates thirst,
abating its own extinction
The will to be,
heeded in a last drop,
inspiriting
new breathe of life
long lost adrift,
alone in tidewater's
contrary
push and pull
Dreaming of Spooning water
from a broken vessel
into insoluble oceans
Each loving spoonful filled
with the overflowing love
from a broken heart
To rescue from endangering indifference,
knowing only what is loved can be saved
Will you touch this aching silence and let me know ?
Gaze your eyes into this lonely sea
and let the tide pull you in
Jesse Stillwater
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
It was that one last drop
that flooded a brimful hollow
Welling drop by drop . . .
Lingering , . . moment by moment,
belatedly over-flowing the restraint
slowly filled by reckoned time
Gathered teardrops surrendered
from vulnerable cup of thirsting blossom
Volatile bedewed petals gently sipping
dawn's velvet mist
A tender heart ... spilling the traces of hurt
Beneath the stains of time
hidden deep within
the enigmatic pools of your eyes
The moment of love
awoken,
is a boundless
awaited sunrise
It's as if a stifled river's trickle
reinvigorates thirst,
abating its own extinction
The will to be,
heeded in a last drop,
inspiriting
new breathe of life
long lost adrift,
alone in tidewater's
contrary
push and pull
Dreaming of Spooning water
from a broken vessel
into insoluble oceans
Each loving spoonful filled
with the overflowing love
from a broken heart
To rescue from endangering indifference,
knowing only what is loved can be saved
Will you touch this aching silence and let me know ?
Gaze your eyes into this lonely sea
and let the tide pull you in
Jesse Stillwater
Notes: 19th April
Thanks for reading ... its hard to look away from silence, but it does teach with its unspoken muse; even though lessons learned may not be what you'd hoped for.
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