There's an echo in this vast sphere
I love how your voice
Grounds me here
I wake in a sweat and you are a cool breeze
We are iambic saline
Locked in a rhythm preserved
I've known flesh
Bridled by self command
And I have witnessed
The chill of dismissal
You are solar flares
In ecliptic nights
A momentary blindness
That thrills with sight
Categories:
self command, passion,
Form: Free verse
No better brew in life can be found
then that made from the grounds
of self confidence, sweetened
with self command and topped
off with the cream of accomplishment.
Categories:
self command, inspirational, philosophy, self, self,
Form: Narrative