Betwixt the Stars
When you speak-
You speak to my bones and they shake inside.
My bones, reverberate your muse in light
and language is such sweet sounds,
seeping deep into heart.
My heart, beats upon the breath of your purpose
the conception, a design in mind becomes actual.
You are devastatingly effective-
Your words impact my chemistry, penetrate
my physiology, in simply being.
For the stars do scream before they fade-
An epiphany that perpetuates our history.
The Awakening-
is that space betwixt the stars and darkness
You. Must. Be. Heard.
It demands a presence in silence-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Betwixt the Stars, ©2015, Poems from Passion, for Adri., keep your voice heard
When you speak-
You speak to my bones and they shake inside.
My bones, reverberate your muse in light
and language is such sweet sounds,
seeping deep into heart.
My heart, beats upon the breath of your purpose
the conception, a design in mind becomes actual.
You are devastatingly effective-
Your words impact my chemistry, penetrate
my physiology, in simply being.
For the stars do scream before they fade-
An epiphany that perpetuates our history.
The Awakening-
is that space betwixt the stars and darkness
You. Must. Be. Heard.
It demands a presence in silence-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Betwixt the Stars, ©2015, Poems from Passion, for Adri., keep your voice heard
