Post by Whimsical||MUSE; on Mar 24, 2012 22:14:50 GMT -5
Spring
Months of emptiness have come to a close,
A silent, dreary contentment
rumbling inside my heart---gone.
We've broken, perhaps, pieces lost
but in your hands I've found healing.
In the pain you so carefully tie 'round my heart,
I've come alive;
I am the forest, razed in hopes of stirring life.
And I burned. I burned.
A shell turned inside out to glimmer under the sunlight.
Am I your pearl, found deep within the belly of the sea?
Will this hard knot of sunshine burn your hands?
Hibernation has come to an end
and like the bear I yawn--cracking jaws--cracking bones--
inhaling the sweet bliss of spring in the air.
I can move again: yes yes -- these
are my arms
my paws
my eyes.
I hunger, voracious for life, for this
love we've fostered so carefully between our hearts.
It is time
to feast.
Time to breathe
again.
We are withered, perhaps, but our roots have gone deep,
and life has come again: its time to reach out
entwining our souls, our roots, our fingers:
my hand tight in yours,
stepping forward into the light
March 19, 2012
Months of emptiness have come to a close,
A silent, dreary contentment
rumbling inside my heart---gone.
We've broken, perhaps, pieces lost
but in your hands I've found healing.
In the pain you so carefully tie 'round my heart,
I've come alive;
I am the forest, razed in hopes of stirring life.
And I burned. I burned.
A shell turned inside out to glimmer under the sunlight.
Am I your pearl, found deep within the belly of the sea?
Will this hard knot of sunshine burn your hands?
Hibernation has come to an end
and like the bear I yawn--cracking jaws--cracking bones--
inhaling the sweet bliss of spring in the air.
I can move again: yes yes -- these
are my arms
my paws
my eyes.
I hunger, voracious for life, for this
love we've fostered so carefully between our hearts.
It is time
to feast.
Time to breathe
again.
We are withered, perhaps, but our roots have gone deep,
and life has come again: its time to reach out
entwining our souls, our roots, our fingers:
my hand tight in yours,
stepping forward into the light
March 19, 2012