soniacookbroen
delicate drastic
Parlor tricks and quick wits will fail to fulfill when you and I are at odds and ends are looming.
There is simply no more to be writ
all in all the tide turning is rather quick
seas change and shapes emerge from dark recesses
with light we converge
two become one
undone and remade
altered impermeable as all things great and small
the vicious cycle has fresh fodder
why recycle
such matters
are better left alone
when I am slightly soft spoken the platitudes within me which are but a token
of all these possibilities
I have yet to examine
the universe lies within and without
always and eternally falling like snow around us
infinite ideas awaiting resurrection from the dust
we can but scratch the surface of this majesty in a lifetime
100 years and why shed a tear
but for eternal joy
the passing of each moment a wave we ride upon
such fervor in our motions
such passion on our tongues
I want to lie down in my little row boat and hold your eyes in mine
and ride this wave as though it will roll on forever
and when it crests
I explode
you explode
we are cosmos
intertwined
expanding and contracting
infinitely
a breath
from creation.
