"Tied to a Mystery"
"People come into our life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime' - some remain a mystery"
it was autumn
but the season held more warmth
than spring
a new breath of life
as if yesterday never was
and tomorrow would always be
his love raised me up
every star possessed
the man in the mirror of my eyes
surrounded with preciseness,
his heart
a continuity of my own
I traced the contours
unveiling layers of grace
in a blissful scope
heralding an unspoken flame
in the purity of simplicity
each embrace honored
in a lover’s sanctuary
allowing tender kisses
overflowing into depths
beyond the tide of desire
a blending held in timeless space
as promises whispered softly
and candlelight shimmered
against a solitary silhouette
slow moving
and daring the night to end
cradled in my arms
I thanked God
for the blessing propelled
back to his very creation
until the sun
illuminated the morning
and he dressed me
with a passionate melody
still haunting in the lull
a self-imposed mental rain
slips through
temptation running deep
as moments become bare
slighting the moon
as if it were only
a scrap of a page forgotten
delicate memories burn
weeping beautiful
coercing the hand with which I write
between the dance
once holding immeasurable worth
and the silence that fills
unspoken chapters
tied to a mystery
what became of love?
if not the bruised ribs chiseled
from the one who loved himself more
than he loved me
the knowing-
attacks the hour
the severing-
attacks the soul
"People come into our life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime' - some remain a mystery"
it was autumn
but the season held more warmth
than spring
a new breath of life
as if yesterday never was
and tomorrow would always be
his love raised me up
every star possessed
the man in the mirror of my eyes
surrounded with preciseness,
his heart
a continuity of my own
I traced the contours
unveiling layers of grace
in a blissful scope
heralding an unspoken flame
in the purity of simplicity
each embrace honored
in a lover’s sanctuary
allowing tender kisses
overflowing into depths
beyond the tide of desire
a blending held in timeless space
as promises whispered softly
and candlelight shimmered
against a solitary silhouette
slow moving
and daring the night to end
cradled in my arms
I thanked God
for the blessing propelled
back to his very creation
until the sun
illuminated the morning
and he dressed me
with a passionate melody
still haunting in the lull
a self-imposed mental rain
slips through
temptation running deep
as moments become bare
slighting the moon
as if it were only
a scrap of a page forgotten
delicate memories burn
weeping beautiful
coercing the hand with which I write
between the dance
once holding immeasurable worth
and the silence that fills
unspoken chapters
tied to a mystery
what became of love?
if not the bruised ribs chiseled
from the one who loved himself more
than he loved me
the knowing-
attacks the hour
the severing-
attacks the soul
