The accusations, interrogations, The threats of ending us. Lamentation, of an aberration Of love that lived alone, so long. The blood that pumps, your cause, Does not dry, but ebb and flow. But interruptions, from obstructions, Can lead it to die instead of grow. Without communicating, How do we form our interpretations? Absent enumerating, What is love? But an unsolvable equation. And if all we are, is wrong, The only answer is separating
Let the empty hands embrace humanness and composure. Let the ebullient heart thumbs belief & conviction. The year enlighten lessons of effacing unpleasantness and woes, settling between bad & good. Treasure the memories we came across and be ready with wondrous love. Thank You 2020 for being the ebb & flow of life.
All is still amongst my little waves of ebb and flow, I am still, and yet I float, with those swaying daisies, music moving through the ether that is far yet near, the snowflakes gentle on my skin, in the state of being nothing, & therefore, everything.
the cold waves follow in the wake of the warmth of the wind and I, numb and wrestless release the warmth that once held me, gently knowing that it never could be, for me fearing that what I hold, will bury me and the knowing will bear my thoughts endlessly beneath the sea.