to formulate the depth of my love into words, will never measure up adequately, thus, I leave this poem with unsaid words, swimming in a warm sea of eternal passion.
Looking up at the midnight skies, the moon shines so brightly At the other end of the receiver in one simple line, a voice saying, “ you will never be happy until you have me” At that moment he was right, for my eagerness, hunger, and competitive nature, Was that of a shallow child yearning for the quench of a mothers’ milk And now, flash forward years later,
2 days ago
Divahyn at the other end of the receiver is, Wisdom saying, “you never needed another for complete happiness, it has been with you all along” Glancing at the moonlight, once more, I, finally understood the concept that my ‘desire’ was merely a distraction, and would have simply resulted in bread of shame.
I’m trying to write a tiny whinny bitty poem so tiny, it’ll take half a second for the mind to consume A poem that leaves an impact, upon contact yet, big enough to circulate the warmth of my compassion throughout your body, a minuet and subtle word, simply settling In the dark corners of your heart, listening to its rhythm.