Who knocks on sill,
violet fragrance
in the wind,
what voice
can tell the words I speak
when all is quiet,
and I dream
of what hasn't come yet,
turning another leaf,
reading sunshine,
beloved heart
again, this time
without a thunder
or the rain.
***
No ghost can stop this path,
specters flee, meeting hope
smiles drive away the hate
sunlit morning steps down,
carriage of dreams unfolds,
each tiny wish
in petals,
each heart
not meant to last,
stronger than trust,
higher than clouds,
I wanted,
and I see
I heard,
and now I speak
what changed inside my soul
what taught spirit to fly?
***
Love in a velvet song,
touches each chord
and sigh,
no voice stays frozen
when caress
has passed over a tired brow
believing once again,
light as the dew,
wake up when dawn touches your threshold,
a fingerprint of old
brought heart back to its place,
this love you thought forgotten
has come to rescue
last dream,
last wish,
first step
to delicate hereafter.
***
Don't talk too loud,
don't let dreams go,
what if it's still a haze
are you awake,
can you touch longing,
have you come home at last,
to sing
and wish
eternal bonding on a scarf
undying soul
that's seen this life,
before, again,
always in love
with now
and what can be?
***
Open your eyes and see
world glows
when you touch heart
and peek,
a wide-shut gaze,
harmony in disguise,
the smallest thing you see
a blessing to adore
and love in turn.
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
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Originally published on Simily
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Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
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