Water.
An ebbing of tides
flowing to insatiable vastness,
the ever taunting malcontent
of a wearisome soul.
Lulled by nature’s melodies
lost by its faint eternal glow,
a sacredness of peace
I glean.
Reverie.
A
starlight
waltz
before
her eyes,
awakened
dewdrops
hypnotize,
wait not for
autumn’s
call to
rise…
Your voice is an oasis to an aching soul.
•
Storm.
A yearning
as sirens of
autumn’s breath
whisper words
of anticipation.
A rhythmic contralto
an echo to the soul
a welcomed unrest
as the valley chants
its familiar tune.
Mesmerized
is she as gleams
of heaven incensed
unveil a sight divine.
A prelude
as skies yield to
nature’s command–
a foretaste of the
promised cleansing
of her deliverance.
•
Refuge.
Like arid petals
stirred by
Zephyr’s cries,
your words
have kindled
a dying flame…
So let storms
be borne of
Sahara’s hands
while I hide
in your embrace
amidst the rain.
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