And then after so much fight,
it comes with no fanfare, no preface, no applause.
The simplest little thought that passes by,
like the tinies tendril on an almost forsaken tree.
So short, so simple, so sweet,
and yet with the power to answer a thousand questions,
settle a thousand storms,
and jump start a faltering heart
Every time that I remember the truth,
I become like a the perennial in Spring.
I open and I laugh.
I become like the babbling brook.
I relax and I flow.
I become like the molting hawk.
I make room for the new by letting the old go.
First learn to love
the darkness of night
and you’ll see so much more
beauty in stars
The Taste of You
I want to drink every last drop of you:
Let me taste every colour within
Show me your stripped down naked soul
As I follow the roadmap of your skin.
I want to ride every last turn with you;
Let me kiss and caress every person you’ve been.
I want to sip and savour every shade of you.
While I stroke the wildnerness waiting within.