https://themindsjournal.com/divine/
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A touch of this and a touch of that
I’m falling for the echoes of my past
the haunting of a time
when love was love and simple lines
were enough to see me through.
Now wisdoms here, my desires unclear
I’m biting through and through
I need the stars to burn so bright
to lure the sun, the moon, the skye
I need them to sing me a lullaby
that starts with love and ends with why?
Silver glare softly slices and paves
Your knife and the thorn deepens the ways
Burrow deep, burrow down
Hibernation is key
To hide from the summer, the mind
and your breaking sea.
The fire’s roar that burned within
ignited from delicacy, innocence
before billowing unobtainable heat.
Forever searching, desiring, seeking.
Could I let myself fall in your arms, so easily, so gently, so dangerously close?
What if I did, what if I reached too far, what if I touched that fire.
Could I ever go back?
I am in reverse.
This dance that we play
the swings and slides of despair
I can not move forward
nor hide from your stare.
I am losing myself to your ether
Watching it glide so softly through
Every word, every depth, every secret
Draws me into your shadowy blue.
The unexpected arrived in a thunderstormbrightening the middle
of a story lingering,
waiting to be told.