prayer of love
My words are rain drops,
released like tears held back under pressure,
drops of purity meant to sooth the ears
like the white noise of an afternoon shower,
dipped in the warmth of summer glow,
running through your thoughts
to wash away the impurities, cleanse the
imperfections like holy water,
and leave the soul refreshed
with a sigh and a smile you are made new...
and between the sheets of
understanding and blissful ignorance
we lay together in knowledge,
exhausted of breath and panting for more,
spent of our strengh clinging to one another for more,
filled with the fulfillment of our intimacy
and still wanting more...
I spoke to you and you understood
what the meanings meant,
the cascading emotions poured over you
and your smile warmed my eyes and lifted my heart,
we were speaking a language that neither of us
knew existed until the first newborn was uttered...
we are poetry, you and I,
not in love or left wanting, no we go deeper than that,
we are a dialect of the unspoken,
and remnant of something that never existed in our times,
but so natural that every breathing soul remembers
every time it flickers in the darkness;
The flame of our love melts away the borders
and no barrier could ever contain us,
and as us is as poetry no page could ever dare to frame us,
no word goes deep enough to convey what we mean together,
I know a million others could have said it before,
but please believe me when I say that
I see Heaven in you.
Mortal man that I am I dare to dream about an angel
almost like a vision from Jehovah himself,
blessings be unto you.
Amen
released like tears held back under pressure,
drops of purity meant to sooth the ears
like the white noise of an afternoon shower,
dipped in the warmth of summer glow,
running through your thoughts
to wash away the impurities, cleanse the
imperfections like holy water,
and leave the soul refreshed
with a sigh and a smile you are made new...
and between the sheets of
understanding and blissful ignorance
we lay together in knowledge,
exhausted of breath and panting for more,
spent of our strengh clinging to one another for more,
filled with the fulfillment of our intimacy
and still wanting more...
I spoke to you and you understood
what the meanings meant,
the cascading emotions poured over you
and your smile warmed my eyes and lifted my heart,
we were speaking a language that neither of us
knew existed until the first newborn was uttered...
we are poetry, you and I,
not in love or left wanting, no we go deeper than that,
we are a dialect of the unspoken,
and remnant of something that never existed in our times,
but so natural that every breathing soul remembers
every time it flickers in the darkness;
The flame of our love melts away the borders
and no barrier could ever contain us,
and as us is as poetry no page could ever dare to frame us,
no word goes deep enough to convey what we mean together,
I know a million others could have said it before,
but please believe me when I say that
I see Heaven in you.
Mortal man that I am I dare to dream about an angel
almost like a vision from Jehovah himself,
blessings be unto you.
Amen