Their writing reflects a melody
created by their souls first touch of earth.
Its birth song, celestial, eternal,
is instantly changed.
In flesh, its true beauty
can only be retained
by wringing from poets
each line echoing
the sounds of a spirit bearing flesh;
the ones that stretch across human hearts
back into eternity.
In the winter storm
each crystalline flake unique
Touch is Alchemy
Who longs for you as if your loins were breath,
Swearing their death in lacking your embrace
mistakes their longing for the touch of love
Yet need once passed, such passion has no grace.
True love is bounty, not hunger opposed,
in overflow for joy to consummate,
two lives conjoined in giving at its height,
forever blessed in loving, love create.
We live life seeking
what is lost in our descent
flowers have no questions
A hawk soaring
in silent skies
tail and prey splashed red
Confidence and fear
the sun behind clouds