Only One
A blue bird sings upon a vine as
crashing sounds of entwined communion
announce each wave's surrender to the whole
always withdrawing into nothing and everything
but never losing the place they forgot to claim
and the sunset paints your heart and mine
too far away to touch and yet inside
connected by golden threads
too thin to even be
and yet they
somehow
seem
to
As
sweet
touching
warm breeze
kisses the heals
of today as it spreads
ever wider and more loving
into the sea in some illusion
as old as time and as young
as your heart's next beating
inside this frame you claim
tenderly surrendering its
claim upon your soul
as if it was real
even though
you know
you are
only
one
Copyright © Patrick Parks | Year Posted 2012
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