#220
i know not,
enough eloquence
to describe
the feelings found.
This,
here,
now.
i’ve pretended i wasn’t
searching, but, upon
arriving it is impossible
to deny such grace,
such beauty. Such inadequacy
in all words to convey such
profound yet reticent truths.
While i found it, in
sweet silence,
sweet solitude,
i found not the words,
i found not the path back,
i’m still here,
i’m still soaking.
#221
Poetry under pale moonlight
bedding beside
the tree of life,
the stars and silence
gentle lightning in the distance,
i breathe the charge air
deep inside.
#222
We might be met
by spirits tonight.
If only in our dreams.
As if that makes
things any different,
less real, less powerful.
It all seems right,
it all feels fine,
i am watched,
and,
i am grateful.
#223
How do you explain
the wind? Or the
power of shared smiles?
How do you find the phrases
to describe the
glory of the horizons
that stretch into the sunlight,
when burdens eclipse our irises,
when sorrows sink our strides?
And yes there is a ferocious
struggle, and yes it stirs
within my soul, as it does yours.
It burns bright enough to
feed my fire to carry my feet forward
in reach, and pull,
we can lift each other,
when we move together,
we can move the stone.
#224
In a world where
the all suffer,
will we save our
brothers and sisters?
Or will we wait for
them to save us?
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