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S R Mats Dec 2024
Hair in braids hanging down,
The Sun in rays shining all around,
Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
And glows upon my long dark hair.
Bare feet tread on soil rich and brown
Pattering along as they touch the ground.
The softest air in rhythm is growing
With scents of ocean breezes flowing
To a blue haze above the lofty mountains.
This is where my heart will be soaring
'Or mounts, oceans, 'n watery fountains.
S R Mats Dec 2024
If nothing else in this life had I.  Nothing
Sought nor found other than you,
My circle would complete its circuit
With my heart settled on you.

If I were a bird, able to fly, I'd stay,
Take feathers plucked from my chest
To make a feathered nest for you
And for us two.

I would throw colors at the moon
Should it be pale, and paint the stars
In lovelier hues all for you,
In a world made only for me and you.
S R Mats Dec 2024
All are welcome, come to rest,
Within my feathered nest

To find what you may seek
Love and comfort if you be weak.
S R Mats Dec 2024
If I were a bird
You would be my nest.

You are the bed
When I need rest.

My ears had heard
But now my eyes see.

I come to know the depth
Of what you mean to me,

Life and love, and breath.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Imagine this,
Just because you can't
See a teapot from outer space
It doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Conversely,
There are far greater things
In heaven unseen.
S R Mats Dec 2024
"How strange it is to be nothing at all,"
He thought, looking down to see
If there was actual flesh and bones.

Bad childhood memories have fathers
Who caused their births
And mothers who allowed them.
- in the style of Kaiden Lewis' poem Trauma.
S R Mats Dec 2024
The small pond
By the early light
Of the dawn
Sparks in my heart
A grateful spark

Light begins
And glows upon
Hearts of us all
Human, beast, frog
Down by the pond

In an early light of dawn
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