LOVE DIVIDED
Spellbound under moon
Eternity laps and runs,
moves and pulls
through misery and pain.
Slipping, grasping
at those teeny-tiny tickles
of fine crystal and silt-
And you-
Are but a mere whisper,
a subtle energy.
A breath,
only the senses know.
A glow!
Behold-
Cherry wine on my lips
of Lust and Love.
I call my dove
on the woodwind, piercing
burnt sky with its native tone-
I stood on rocks
with distance in sight
and your heart at my feet.
Mystified, glorified,
terrified of the fall-
yet above the moon screams.
It feels like a dream,
as it were.
- Tiny Poet, Love Divided, 2011
Eternity laps and runs,
moves and pulls
through misery and pain.
Slipping, grasping
at those teeny-tiny tickles
of fine crystal and silt-
And you-
Are but a mere whisper,
a subtle energy.
A breath,
only the senses know.
A glow!
Behold-
Cherry wine on my lips
of Lust and Love.
I call my dove
on the woodwind, piercing
burnt sky with its native tone-
I stood on rocks
with distance in sight
and your heart at my feet.
Mystified, glorified,
terrified of the fall-
yet above the moon screams.
It feels like a dream,
as it were.
- Tiny Poet, Love Divided, 2011