Only Skin Deep

dermis cells of clay

marinated in

the drippings of birth

the sweetness of love

the poison of hate

the bitter taste of death

fully soaked in the flavors of life

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Published in: on May 26, 2012 at 5:14 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Love Unseen

In wooden glades of mossy green
with barren feet she ran between.
Sensing call that touched her heart
to follow paths this voice did chart.

Of whom it came, and who was he,
that moved her from her home to flee;
this answer she did not contain,
but the strength of it, it did not wane.

Standing now within that heather glen,
his sense of presence she felt again.
Spirit being, his form so undefined,
His words of love, heard in her mind.

They danced within his spirit realm
not confined to mortal sight.
No need to touch of fleshly hands,
their spirits strongly woven tight.

And as the sun did start to rise,
tears of sadness filled her eyes.
For once again she must let him go,
his presence lost– in day’s new glow.

Published in: on September 3, 2010 at 8:49 am  Comments (1)  
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