In the silence of a moment-after
when realization sucks air from a room.
Once filled with hope and future-
suddenly still, and everything in it
takes on a color of change, a pale
leeched aura...
In this moment,
come in the vacuums of all that was wished,
is the strength we find, when there is no choice
but to accept that emptiness sometimes fills a space of life.
For even to hide is to know the unavoidable awaits,
and we are children hovered 'neath covers.
Then, a sudden cloak overtakes the outward rush
and oblivion is forestalled, put into its tiny shell;
for the power that lingers through all else
the moment of agreement, of touching wills,
pierces the armored fears, and brings
a singular thing kept through life's unbroken strings.
In the blanket of the heart and its peace,
it is love, and it fills an emptiness
as nothing else may...
Showing posts with label pk poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pk poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
lingers past dawn
In a space that might let slip
the wisp of an angel's wing
or a moment so mercurial
it passes like a taste on tongue
You come like the portal of a dream
Inviting as a flower on the wind-
a night scent that lingers past dawn-
the haunting that only plies in memory,
where play wishes we might have made.
You, in a reach for happiness
inspired by the nearness of breath,
are a touch of fingertips and brush of lips
and a rush of feelings that crowd into escape,
sounds that steal breath,
and reveal beyond words,
a meaning of loving You.
the wisp of an angel's wing
or a moment so mercurial
it passes like a taste on tongue
You come like the portal of a dream
Inviting as a flower on the wind-
a night scent that lingers past dawn-
the haunting that only plies in memory,
where play wishes we might have made.
You, in a reach for happiness
inspired by the nearness of breath,
are a touch of fingertips and brush of lips
and a rush of feelings that crowd into escape,
sounds that steal breath,
and reveal beyond words,
a meaning of loving You.
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Just Because,
love,
my poetry.,
pk poetry
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