My Reason

Tiny tingles,

At the heart.

Tumbling smooth,

Edges that dart.

Beginnings of smiles,

Owned since birth.

Knowing you,

My reason of mirth.

To be so happy,

Something so plain,

Finding connection

Fusing twain.

Excitement building,

You are the one.

Belief in hope,

Father of the sun.

For years it’s bloomed,

Without you near.

Growing stronger,

My love reveres.

~m

 

Reverse Axis

 

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Stumbling stars

Catch cold

From screams prayed to heaven

Of empty promises

That never are fulfilled

Their lights blur ever so slightly

Eon after eon

Trails of their tears

Collected from observing

Deluding their sky vision

No longer do they see

Vistas now dingy

Overgrown forest of space are

Untended gardens

Of entitlement

Never hearing gratitude

But banal platitudes

Insincere

Hollow

Cynical

 

Stars were born to help,

They were born to guide

But the axis is contrary

Gravity pushes away gifted comfort

And we’ve lost our way

being enveloped in darkness.

 

It inhales our souls.

 

But child, hear me cry:

We must be different!

We must continue to wish

On sad, crying stars

They’ve lost their way

They’ve lost their belief in love.

It is us,

who will comfort them.

We must be their sky.

It is us.

Unconditionally, it is us.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colors Passion

Color me wistful,

And outside the lines.
Color me different,
And color me blind.
Color in pink seashells
And maybe a horse?
Color pastel hurricane passions,
With primary force.
Kiss my lips fiery,
Take my innocence away.
Bejewel my tender heart,
Coloring in anticipation inlay.
Apply me with substance,
Enhancing my colors.
Hitching abandoned breath,
Sending our hearts aflutter.
~m