Gravity

Gravity by IneedChemicalX via DeviantArt.com

In this solid state

Tripping on my tongue

Like it’s ten feet long

My arms, fingers, muscles

All this useless heavy

Mass

It tethers me

To gravity

But the edges of

The heavens

Beckon me

The wispy sunrise

With its threads that

Promise warmth

A purple sunset

Cooling the tempers

Of the honey bees

Inside my soul

The moon

Singing its silver song

If I could claw away

This skin

Free myself

To float with my fairy kin

Above the trees

Into the clouds

But I can’t

Even with the magic

Of your breath

Beneath my wings

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Time after Time

You picture me too far ahead so you say, go slow, but then I fall behind.

The second hand unwinds…

Time after time

Music and poetry coil together, making love or art, or some magical combination of the two, before they burrow inside you to teach you things you’ll never really know.

Secrets are stolen from deep inside

And the drum beats

Out of time…

Time after time

Crossing

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Crossing-659868720

Beyond the dark

The edge of the forgotten

I continue on… over… past…

Crossing the withering stream

Of my ambition

I find the other side looks

No different

My precious words

Sunk like pebbles in the

Black abyss below

Shall I dive in?

Collect them and save them

From what?

There will be more, they say

You will find them again, they say

Your time will come

They say

But the dark water below

Holds onto all my secrets

All my plans and dreams and hopes

All my lies and defeat and guilt

All my inspiration

All my intangible love

Maybe I’m too scared

To do anything

But cross

Maybe this bridge is only that

Part of my path

And stepping off is simply

Walking into the future

But oh, how the sun rises

At my back

The side I came from

Lit by the magic and beauty

Of everything I used to be

Don’t look back

Just cross

Trust

That everything

Has it’s time

And the sun that rises

Also

Sets

magic touch

Holding Light in My Hand by WillTC
Holding Light in My Hand by WillTC via DeviantArt.com

those fingers dancing
over each hill and every valley
brushing away pesky thoughts
pressing needy sighs
from my lips
hold on tighter
touch me lighter
pinned beneath
my gentle giant
urged to feel
stroked to surrender
forced to release
tonight
at the edge of tomorrow
let me perform
that song you love to hear
take me there
mad, wild, lovely
until I am nothing
and everything
pure pleasure
beneath your fingertips
your
magic
touch

Morning

Morgennebel by rattus_bavariae via DeviantArt.com

When the sky falls
You pull me near
My umbrella
My savior
My hope
Holding onto me
So tight
Holding me up
When I feel like
I am the sky
Burdened by the
Weight of the sun
And responsible
For feeding
The world
You remind me
I’m only a girl
Your girl
And my obligation
Is simply to rest
In your arms
Until the storm
Passes
And a new day
Kisses my lips
Infusing me
With strength
To try
Again
Push through
Another day
So that i can be
Held again
Saved again
Each night
And every morning
Through
Our
Forever

lost mother

you won’t
know the cold
until it grips you
from the inside
the freeze dried
madness of loss
here we all are
children of the
forgotten
and
remembered
but always blindsided
by mortality
if God is with us
where is his comfort?
how does his plan
for tiny babies
without mommies
make any rational
sense?
why does faith leave
in these moments
when we need it
most?
I pray, just the same
give my tears to
the wind
and beg for them to
bless the wings
of a new angel
but my heart breaks
and bleeds
for the lives she’s left
behind

can she protect them
from her new home
in God’s kingdom?

pressure

Woman reflected on water by Peter Heeling

the weight of want
closing on all sides
pinning me beneath
the very wishes
I make in the dark
drifting upon a sea of
tears spent in vain
before sleep finally silences
the ever present
cascade of demands
a beautiful life
joyful in its breadth
but burdened
by the limits of
time-space-money-love
more pressure
simple in its requirements
but complicated
in its rewards
if I fight against
it’s grip
swimming into
the dark, lonely waters
of ambition
I could drown before
reaching those golden
shores beyond
or
if I turn away
I might learn to enjoy
the strength of the
raft beneath my feet
and his embrace, the
warm comfort of life
handmade
by us

shouldn’t that
be enough

after all