Dew Soaked Hearts
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Written on January 17, 2024
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In the secret places
Of my heart,
Little breaths erase the whispers,
Lingering like softest inspirations,
Listening to my beating, rhythmic
Echoes, freedoms
Moments just like dewlike dreams,
Falling softly on the edges
Of shadows,
Where there live silhouettes
Confiding in the mysteries,
Reasons bound up in affection,
Passions and recollections,
Inviting the sweetness of a soul,
Who hopes, who believes, who knows…
It has always been, will always be,
his quiet embrace,
his somber grace,
the expression on his face,
remembering, revealing, restoring
all the prayers, seeds
of faith who breathes, deeply
peace that grows,
like silent grief – yet it aches,
for the music in hues
of quiet light,
reflecting the dance,
swirling through the heart
who can see past yesterday,
into the abiding beauties,
forever is like the wind,
sighing through the skies,
erasing destinies,
with the passion, bold and wild,
yearning for the everlasting
truth who speaks,
like a promise – he sees,
he is my dream,
yet, he lives – reality, alive,
surviving my night.
Wherever I go, there he is,
Wandering through the spirit,
Brilliant truths,
Hanging on the edges of a kiss,
Embracing my feelings
With a tenderness that only he gives,
Affections bound up in unique,
One of a kind gifts,
Endless seas of laughter,
Promises, praise, pleasure
When I felt like he was leaving,
There he was – handsome,
And weaving together my fears,
So I could sing of brave joys,
Living beyond the darkness,
Storms woven into the hindsight,
Revealing the reasons,
Soothing the seasons,
Realizing that he is my life –
With him, there is no more fear,
His heart hangs the moon,
With its gentle,
Teases awake the starlight,
Erases the sorrows,
Murmurs joy into the shadows,
Reminds me that I am –
Who I am,
Someone who loves,
Without ever looking back,
Someone who loves,
Beyond myself – with a heart
Who listens, who hears,
Not just the words, but the pictures,
The heart and the soul,
The breath of one who grows…
Inside where I never hide,
Behind the past, the shadows,
The risk… never looking back,
He is like the moment,
Just before I felt the freedom of grace,
He is – a sensation, a light,
A caress.. he is the one who stirs feelings,
Just like I’ve always expected,
When I looked at the way the moments
Fade so fast, leaving the dew dripping,
Over roses who hold petals,
Soaked in sunlight’s best smiles,
With him, I’m free to walk miles and miles.
On and on, forever – in just a while,
Miles and miles – yes, miles and miles,
Love to last a while!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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