your entry into this
confused world called mine
was akin to the trade winds
that follow a cleansing storm
blowing new life into a lovelorn flat-liner
forever grateful to circumstance
for being kind enough
to spare a well traveled heart
the futile journey of familiarity
your pleasing beauty is surpassed
only by the warmth of a soul
able to put transgressions aside
lay bare faults
with a loving tug
of heart strings tuned
to a song.. sans the Siren
proclaiming this..
no ordinary love
no secrets
no lies
no indifference
as love dies
devoted to a mission
no longer impossible
as pathways become lit by
psalm's of love..
|