..I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color..
John Geddes
.. Take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips..
poetry electricity lightning
.. Your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over..
poetry memory hand
.. Some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense..
poetry twitter
.. Yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it..
perfume poetry
.. The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky..
poetry religion heart intimacy night-sky
.. You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow?..
poetry light shadows struggles beginnings
.. Words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint..
poetry soul words disappointment warnings shy
.. You cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness.. Disturbing my placid universe.. Marking the landscape within me..
poetry world universe perfection snow landscape peaceful
.. Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird..
poetry moon winter snow bird
.. My sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep..
poetry stars refuge
.. Who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes..?
poetry children eyes
.. Before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away..
poetry life memories moments desolation the-past
..I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face..
worry poetry codependency
poetry innocence light soul color
.. The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows..
poetry food nature winter
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