To: Poet de love

09 Mar

Poet…sitting in deep relaxation    eyes still all is well

body and mind forgotten on this

cold earth

heart and soul awaken    emotions running wild

unconsciously words flow through my fingers

they began to write

Of…life’s true existence

the way a rose    soft and delicate

to the touch

sometimes painful    if touched to much

dies and withers   brown

turning to dust

will I to be like that rose

or will I be like

Love…never ending cycle of completeness

like the sea   beautiful and deep

warm and protecting

its passions flowing repetitiously

like the suns ray slipping through the clouds

always to return back to its temple

its dome

always to return to

poet de love


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Posted by on March 9, 2010 in Poetry


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