kristined
Intersection where we meet. Lives of different colors pass. Lives of different cultures and visions and dreams collide. To leave. To move on. Faster, going beyond the here into the future and the what if. What if when I leave this station life happens? And so we go.
By whom? For what? Is beloved a reason or just a trifle, or formality. Archaic, benign? I want beloved as a reality and a truth not a whisper for an end. But the pure beloved of the One. Beloved as a occupation, a life time calling. Beloved by the blesser.
Get a rise from me.
Rise to meet the dawn,
kiss the sky..
Touch you?
Meet you?
In the twilight of the city,
where they don't see us. We
can
stand. Waiting for the rise of the sun,
so I can see your eyes reflect a light so bright,
we stand pale in comparison.
I'll tell you something good, however I'll stop to tell you something negative. It's the halting breath before a wrong word, the broken promise. I love you, however. I will, however.
At oceans, and rivers,
and how the stars hung in the sky.
At you and me, and how functions the eye.
At mountains and streams, clouds above.
And how on earth, we can love.
After hurt,
After pain, when all is lost
And we return again.
buzzing, annoying, stinging, biting. It is, drifting, quickly. A run, a hope a moment. Rhyme bee. Buzzz
zzzzzz
zzzz
A garden dance, among the flowers, fighting the breeze, bringing honey home.
Almost there, but not quite yet. We almost made it but failed, what a tragic moment, almost is. Almost together, almost achieved, almost successful, almost accepted. The connotations break a body's heart. Almost the most agonizing of moments, realizing that you just couldn't make it. Just couldn't.
Swept off my feet, into the sky. Riding on the clouds, with you beside me. Head beyond earth, past the sea and atmosphere. I'm overwelmed and taken aback, if you could move me in such a way, would you? Would it be so difficult?