Emotions like the sea, Ebb and flow, rising, falling, Within the abyss of my being. Sometimes calm, sometimes a storm, Yet always a part of me— A tempest in the quiet, In constant, ever-changing motion.
when a poet falls in love with you you can never die they will notice the way you rub your palms and look down when someone is angry at you and the way you smirk as you pull away from a kiss
they will notice how you can't sleep without your body touching someone else's how you never crease any pages of books and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen with your record player on
they will find all of the words that they see you as and turn them into something beautiful
people say you die twice once when you stop breathing and when someone says your name for the last time
if you fall in love with a poet they will never stop mentioning your name you will be alive for eternity
The universe is dreaming, Of you and of me Of the skin peeling from the paperbark tree Of the cow grazing along the low paddock And the egret watching From atop her back Of Jupiter And her umpteen moons Of drought broke to flood By summer monsoons Of a girls fist kiss And her final so-long Of poets born And life turned to song Of the sea reaching out To touch the long sky Of every answer To a pillow sobbed why The universe is dreaming so herself she can see in you and in me in everything here, gone, and ever to be. ~ Xiola