there may be no life in words
but in voices that speak of those
yet there may be no meaning
if the heart never knew love
what if we were lied to
and of such things as precious as care, touch and love itself
that would just be human
or what we call so
but then again
should we look beyond
deeper into the skies
we would fall into the abyss
of coldness and dark
that spins stars , colourful galaxies
yet is devoid of such fake
such pretense makes us human

The book rested on printed hypnotic circles

Bookmarked by a dark blue starry weave

draped in a grey polka dotted satin

It woke to a morning reading

I lifted the open book

Tracing the fine prints

I moved the bookmark away

Dived deep, tasting the gentle words

The book spoke in gentle breaths

Of calm and roars

Like a seashore, awash, lashed

To be drenched and splashed again

Often and again the book would encase me

Surround me by its wide-open pages

And hold me draw me deeper

And drown me in its mystic wonders

 

 

random

I love these early morning treks

Amongst the mountains part and open into valleys

Making me want to wade through them, over and again

Be surrounded and gripped, amongst the gentle fresh forest

The valley has a taste of amazement

A hint of mist and madness

As I wade through, I draw circles

Amongs the banks of the river shallows

As I dive into the river

The mountains tower above

They cast their gentle net of lacey satin clouds

Hiding me amongs them

I could dip and submerge over and over

in the hot spring

Fall asleep and be covered

as the sun and the moon chase each other

shades

Vines cast shadows

Inviting me to swing

Tug at my pretense of calm

And expose the wilds within

The wines , amongst shafts of light

Wrap around me

Holding me to the wilderness

Command me to blend in

As I enter deep into the wild

I kiss the gentle bright reds above

The colours swirl, paint my lips

And fade into dark, as I close my eyes

I can hear the gentle heave ,rustle of the green sheets

Of legs that trace the forest floor

Winding through , tying me close

Melting me deep, madness galore