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Lyla Sep 7
Your intense feelings
Tucked tightly against your heart
Fiercely held by you
Exactly where and how
I want to be
Lyla Sep 4
Don’t cast your pearls to swine, my love
Your gifts are far too rare
They will not spoil in time my love
If you treat them with care

Don’t give yourself away, my dear
Hold tight your precious heart
Please never let us see the day
You lose a single part

Don’t cast your pearls to swine, sweetheart
For they will never know
The beautiful divinity
Contained within your soul

Don’t share the secrets of your mind
With those who cannot see
The depth and breadth behind your eyes
Instead, share them with me

I’ll hold your pearls dear to my heart,
Appreciate them all
My darling I am drawn to you
See how I heed your call?

You’ve cast your pearls so many times
And this time I was there
With heart and soul and arms outstretched
To catch them from midair

Don’t cast your pearls to swine, angel
The precious gift of you
For you deserve the greatest fate
A life with love that’s true
Inspired by Matthew 7:6-7
Lyla Sep 3
Imprisoned clouds, waiting to fly,
Held back by a willowed, sandy bank:
The river, green and clear as an eye.
Its silent depths enticed us to pry.
Into the liquid dungeon we slank,
Imprisoned clouds, waiting to fly.

There we discovered we could scry,
And so greedily we drank
The river, green and clear as an eye.

Our brains ceased to electrify,
Souls fusing with those dank
Imprisoned clouds, waiting to fly.

Now bloated, white, we putrefy,
For we could not outflank
The river, green and clear as an eye.

Deliverer of fate we can’t defy,
But for our new life we thank
Imprisoned clouds, waiting to fly:
The river, green and clear as an eye.
A villanelle from 2022...the first I had written in a very long time.
Lyla Sep 3
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, I say
Mysterious depths existing beyond my comprehension
𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, I say
Words lost in the roar of hypnotic blue, green, grey
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, I say
Rendered defenseless by its magnitude

Adrift, I surrender to the pull of the current
Whether I am made immortal within the waves
Or am cast broken upon the shore
The ecstasy of my soul is a 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪
I drown in his eyes, all words are lost.
Lyla Sep 3
I know you’ll come to me to exchange
neglected moments that litter our days
And when each second serves a purpose
A thought will fill the space
Lyla Sep 3
I want to strip away
erode
remove
the pedestrian, the cellophane veil
obscuring your Divinity
to reveal you in all your
glory
to revel in you and all your
glory
Lyla Sep 3
Spring peepers peeping
Nature spins life from chaos
Even deserts bloom
Its threads pull us together
Love growing a tapestry
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