Veiled by shadows neath verdant timbers,
woolen skies’ tears dissolve to mist.
Fears immured by fragrant breezes,
doubts enfold with tendered kiss.
A promenade from frond to bloom,
a gentle nudge down path unknown.
Through sacred sites, its secrets saved,
this one she takes–she takes alone.
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Cursed by thirst unquenchable
beneath a blazing sky,
Gaze distorted by burning mist
that wells within her eyes.
A soul that weeps before mankind,
for truths they’ve never seen–
of jaded hearts, of bleeding flesh,
of wounds that lie between.
An angel to the suffering,
a guardian to the soul,
a seraph who has fallen,
sunk within beguiling shoal.
Who will deliver this fragile one
whose eyes, too worn to cry?
To lift her up on mended wings
into the blazing sky?
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A
flaming sigh
burns
of
sweetness in gall
chasing breaths of wind
as your essence
departs.
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Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
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Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
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Your
love,
fragrant as ointment
poured forth,
awakens
me.
I run to you.
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“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4
Flames softening a heart of stone
fading away each zealous stream.
A spirit dulled through nights of black
blossoms stars from a faerie dream.
A soul once dampened by frigid tears
warmed by a love now found.
Mangled wings bound by the sun
now airily flitter upon the clouds.
Drifting through the sands of time,
celestial burning suffuse the night.
The sweetness of the morning dew
caress my heart with wondrous light.
Your grace, beauty, and wisdom great
have seized my heart in awe unbound,
The earth, now below us, faint-
how sublime it is, this love we’ve found.
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