Dawn; the silence a sea
of radiant heat,
a universe permeated
by the want of our touch.
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Night,
the wind trembles
and in the scatter of leaves
I hear your voice,
an ancient yearning
reaching into me,
opening my soul up
to the clear obscure dance
of desire and poetry.
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The bird on the branch
sings the end of winter
as a flower slowly
takes shape in my heart.
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A life of wandering,
taking in the world
in still images distilled
with the lens of poetry.
~
In the shadows of the night
your breath comes to me,
page after page of a poem
burning in my chest,
its words, set free,
buzzing in my veins.
~
In the bonfire of longing
my poems to you burn,
freed from the paper
their words rise,
the wings of a deep intimacy
taking flight
and like a song of praise
covering the world.
Rooted in Love 