In the velvet whorl of a gentle rose
In the softness of a swans feather at night
Voices come to whisper secrets
Bringing the fragrance of storms
The dark here is silent yet without silence
More an absence of swarming bees
I can feel you like a veil over my face
I can hold you in my emptiness
We make deals with mirages and keys
Days fracture around us like foxed mirrors
Time yawns like an abyss before us
Morning is just one more unopened door
If emotions are ghosts, we are haunted
My heart is a house you call home
I can feel you look over my shoulder
I can feel your hand on my brow
Dragonflies sing at the window
Bringing kisses and moonbeams inside
Snowfall in the middle of Summer
Tears hanging on every star
Your voice rises round me like a sanctuary
Aching lilies gifting us solace
Tomorrow holds the promise of rainbows
But for now, l’ll just cradle the moon
And you
And you
And you
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
In the velvet whorl of a gentle rose
In the softness of a swans feather at night
Voices come to whisper secrets
Bringing the fragrance of storms
The dark here is silent yet without silence
More an absence of swarming bees
I can feel you like a veil over my face
I can hold you in my emptiness
We make deals with mirages and keys
Days fracture around us like foxed mirrors
Time yawns like an abyss before us
Morning is just one more unopened door
If emotions are ghosts, we are haunted
My heart is a house you call home
I can feel you look over my shoulder
I can feel your hand on my brow
Dragonflies sing at the window
Bringing kisses and moonbeams inside
Snowfall in the middle of Summer
Tears hanging on every star
Your voice rises round me like a sanctuary
Aching lilies gifting us solace
Tomorrow holds the promise of rainbows
But for now, l’ll just cradle the moon
And you
And you
And you
On the 21st of December it will be a year since Marc Thomas Hartnett passed away. Professionally he was Dorien Grey, and I called him Dorien because he liked how I said it. I loved him. Deeply. I miss him, badly. But he has gifted me so much in my life. I will keep at it and never give up, like I promised him.
If you have lost someone, for any reason or in any way, I won’t lie to you...it doesn’t go and it doesn’t get easier. It just changes and we learn to cope with it, somehow. We have to start again in many ways. Love is the most complex, beautiful thing in the world. Don’t be afraid to love, and love big. Love many. Be open to it. Don’t get clenched. Love. ***
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