When Our Fingers Brush

When our fingers brushbefore the full entwining of hands,in that lightest touch,I feel the warm sand after drifting since birthin the ocean of life,sometimes afloat beneath the moon,mostly pulled by riptide. When my flesh feels yours,every lighthouse at once finds me;the beacons of light bring home the onedestined to love you eternally. Your hand holding … Continue reading When Our Fingers Brush

Puddle Abyss

Storm whisperer usually,with arms outstretched,welcoming the powerand harnessing it within, sometimes the tempestturns on meand brings to the surfacethings long buried  and distorts my abilitywith the stinging rainto see clearlythrough such blinding pain; it is then that I tend tocollapse in the mirage of the puddle,sinking fathoms deepinto the dark aqua-underworld, forgetting how to breathe,forgetting … Continue reading Puddle Abyss

Sand Blooms

Sunflower in the sandis what I strive to be,an example that you can bewhatever you want to be,that you can bloomfrom your own inner seedwherever you desire,despite circumstance,soil-free,but my wish for youis that you will come to seebeing youis the best way to befor all that you arewas gifted lovinglyby the Ultimate Gardenerbefore your sproutingthat … Continue reading Sand Blooms