A Promise Fulfilled

The old faith,
that most beautiful
legacy of youth,
came back to me,
and again
there was joy in my heart,
again, inside,
dawn hushed white
and the sky breathed out,
and in the silence
I heard a voice
like a wave
coming over me,
coming out from me,
in the silence
I heard a voice
telling me to live my life
free of care,
that in the darkest
and most isolated corner
I am seen,
I am living in reciprocity
with life in its entirety,
telling me to unfold
my own myth,
be who I am
by embracing my becoming.

The old faith
came back to me
and again
I found my face,
a flower among flowers
blooming silently,
a star among stars
shining silently,
again I found my face
and there was joy in my heart,
a fulfilling of the promise
that love once made to me.

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Haiku # 257

These heartbeats…
a pitter-patter on her cheeks,
a riot on her bones

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Evening coffee…
our conversations sprawling
through the curves of time

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I write as I live
and my words burn…
solitary stars

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In the dark
her areolas glared,
two velvet stars

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At the sodden crossroads
where the poem melts…
deep between her thighs

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Meet me at the ocean
where the rivers of all our years
shall merge as one

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Not less solitary
because you shine…
moon in autumn sky

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Ease into me…
a flower gossiping
with the moon at night