They asked me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.
I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.
Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
They asked me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.
I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.
Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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