This Is

Sunrise kisses brushed upon eyelids,

Quenching drops nourishing, renewing, the spirit,

Velvet petals caressing the flesh, erasing false perfections,

inner seeds in ecstasy sacrificially spilling,

Breezes always joyfully willing

to carefully carry the heart’s deepest wishes,

Lonely floating feathered silhouettes receiving comforting sunset ripples,

Faithful mutually blooming companion, a bud always returning,

Upon a pure canvas, watercolors mixing,

slowly, beautifully messily dripping,

fluid, never fully setting,

in the swirling abstract showing

what each individual soul has mourned, is yearning…

This is poetry.

And art. And music.

And, I suppose,

love.

All words and images ©LauraDenise