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 Feb 2020 OpenWorldView
mikah
water surrounds me.
i can feel it on my skin.
it rushes around my body, like
a blanket swaddling a child.

            .i am a child of the water.
my eyes are open wide
i can hear the waves around me
swishing and gurgling like the
river is trying to tell me something

i see daylight through the clouds
it casts a golden light into the water
onto my skin.
                   ,i am a child of the day,

i am suspended beneath the surface
of a golden river
and sometimes it is suffocating
but sometimes it is home
and i think i am happy
       here
below the sun and the waves
with my eyes open and my heart beating just the same. . . .

the river brushes
my eyelids down,
and s l o w s my beating heart.
my skin is blanketed in gold;
the waves rock me to sleep.

          ,.i am a child of
          the daylight waters,
          warmed by the sun
          and blanketed by the
          waves. i am content.,
i wrote this piece while listening to "on the nature of daylight", an instrumental piece by max richter. this is a story inspired by the song, aka what i thought of as i listened to it. you might enjoy it best reading it while listening as well. xoxo, francis
 Feb 2020 OpenWorldView
No Nahme
How is it that
I feel this connection
With such
Intensity and rarity
Penetrating
My bones
Consuming
My soul
As if
Our souls are tangled
Together repeatedly
without knowing
One lifetime
After another
A magnetic force
That pulls me to you
I want to give in
And
Snap into place
 Feb 2020 OpenWorldView
Empire
Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
 Feb 2020 OpenWorldView
shamamama
Gentle silence unfolds into chaotic cacophany
My eyes once dry
open wide to watering
the rain outside
the tears inside
washing away debris
from the forest
of confusion
watering my seeds
of awakening
to this truth
now
The once quiet night turned from pattering to battering, pounding and sounding --more like the rain of jaguars and wolves awakening me into my thoughts...
 Feb 2020 OpenWorldView
Zia
To me you were everything
To you that meant nothing
Moments
Build memories.
They create
Sentiment,
And inspire poetry.

Moments
Shared between us
Are made up of different
Elements.

These elements
Are those of truth
And honesty.
Words spoken by you
And understood by me.

These moments
Create happiness.
They are the building blocks
Of our love.

Don’t forget
The memories
They create.

Because these memories
Are great,
And will shape
Our relationship’s fate.

One may read this,
And say “She’s talking in circles!”
But I will laugh at them,
And continue writing the poem.

Moments
Are like newborn babies.
You need to care for them,
And live in the present with each one.

If you look away,
The moments,
The memories,
The baby’s childhood
Will fade.

These moments
Created by our words
And actions
Will only be special
If we look back on them
And smile.

For each moment
We share,
I do not dare
Consider them
Insignificant.

I’ve been in love before,
But never have moments of love
Been more special and true
Than the ones I’ve had
With my love for you.
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