Burdened to confess
In words unfit for publication
Resuscitation
Of a heart breathing again.
Though it seems feeble perspiration
Of persuasion for preparation
For breaking down once more.
Fragile structures
Self-constructed
Cannot be trusted
To bear its repetition.
But hope dispels decayed tradition
Too deformed to merit mention
And offers us love’s redemption
To start to built once more.
Savor the breaths spent so
Haltingly in circumstantial bliss.
Awaken fading shades of rest
Nestled in centric lullabies
Trailing bits of silver gleam as
Illumination inspired by forest eyes’
Rhythmic captivation…
Your face is a symbol of my happiness
In so many ways.
Your smile,
Shadowed by waves of mahogany
Stirred by midnight whispers,
Ruffles leaves like tiny fingers
A graceful gale
Concise and disarming,
Yet enveloping and warm.
Jealous of where the sun has kissed
I lie awake
Tossing and turning,
Clutching
For some vague representation
Of all you are.
Yet even dreams cannot begin to trace
Slanted lips and soft brown
That both brings peace
And takes it from my heart.
You are peace
And rightly named,
But also maddening
And all that is tumultuous,
In the best of ways.
You are loved and you are love
And one day
I hope my words are worthy
Of one
So sublime.
Moonlit Poetry 