Past Particles Of Trust

Standing in the numbness of subtle reasoning
Hearts withering incredibly,
A turning point in life, completely.
Stroll aimlessly, but God will not grant nothingness!

At last, as seen in a dream could be
So beautiful, a look shared by two people –
Looking through two broken hearts at clinquant
Love’s precise equanimity, a light rain serenity,
Undressing each other for the first time with want.

Light of the moon upon conclusion, thrust
Love has a way of speaking delicate emotion,
The art of stillness, comfort in darkness, incipient,
Enjoyably, observing, two hearts crystal clear deserving
Of their past particles of trust.


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Autumn Rain

Like gentle closeness loving brings
Like unheard sadness a snow bird sings …
Autumn rain
Where love was made and whispered names
Where breath’s became sweet daisy chains
In Autumn rain.
There you go, gone as day
As far as the sun, has gone away,
Autumn rain
Why arrive, though never stay
Though touch my heart, to never fade
Autumn rain?
You my love, above the stars
You miss me too, and the rain starts …
So much laughter, so less pain
My Autumn serenity, my Autumn twain
Somehow I’ve lived without you though
Through Autumn rain, before the snow.
We drenched night petals of heart strung Junes
And danced in drizzle to many moons
And now,
I’m casting out my best refrain
Untwisting fate in Autumn rain,
And catching drizzle from stars above,
Wishes do come true… My love!
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Our Seeds Of Heart

We were simply moments
In a mid-day bloom 
In an open field
Where sun length yield,
Where flowers curled their tips
And softly dropped their petals, one by one,
As two began to kiss.
Funny how the wind can blow
Two flowers face to face 
From day-to-day, from there to when
Two timeless moments embraced.
Now we kiss so far apart
Deep down within our seeds Of heart,
What was so very, long ago
This tock, this thought, moves ever slow 
Through a sun length yield
Through an open field
Where two left behind, now snow.
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