Both Ache and Joy
There is something about the cuddle of mist
that washes the pain of love's farewell
like a damp of healing elixir,
so softly touching my navel
to ignite back the glaze
within my marrow;
and breaths sing with playful twilight
about fresh enchantment blessed...
Now i greet the flowering of joy
with unopened gifts,
knowing goodbye is a beautiful wound
as one star plays night keeper of reflective hours
humming a new tune, dainty yet unknown,
that in the solace born from ache and joy,
I welcome it all-- the fire, wonder, and sighs.
Thomas Martin:Romantic Fools Contest
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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