#untiedknot
We were born
before the sighs
of surrender
before the twilight
whispered crescendo
before the sad sound
of the wind ―
Ere the raw truth
that tells a story
through
"eyes that are
the windows
of the soul" ―
We were born
with eyes wide
open
with tears
that well up
of truth unspoken,
love arising
like
a budding flower,..
metamorphosis
of fertile heart ―
The wheel of life
turns unbound
an outgoing tide
as certain as
continuum
abides ―
an unbroken lariat
until the knot
comes untied
A lonesome dove coos
perched upon
deserted garden gate;
its gentle plea segued
into a silent prayer ―
Seasons change;
supple buds
of forlorn love
― wither,
unsure if we’re alone
or if
we’re alone together (?)!
.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC