The day’s quiet joy
of a heart in bloom
held in peace (at last)
at the very centre of it.
Fanning out
to catch those whispered vows
fully
at the very centre of it
streaming desire to mix in the pond
where love meets itself
and I dive right in.
Tag: Heart
Believe(in)
This here rain drip
cleans the wounds of hearts so tender
damage-shattered
by words of illusion
– the one tender hearts are prone to believe.
Come back, then
pieces bleeding at the seams
to be replaced
and / or forgotten.
Sweet,
surrender then
to the wounds tender hearts yearn to believe in
the rain drip-dripping in vessels which carry
truthful devotion
the one tender hearts ought to believe in.
Notes From Afar 