the chaos of difference
We are tender little yesterdays, lending today and wishing for tomorrow.
My hands are catching stars on skin of uncurled open and I dare because I know the worth.
I won’t try to contain you.
You can dance across the lines of my palm and sit and rest within the groove between and I will hold you when you ask and turn away when I need to.
And we will exist.
This chaos won’t be missed but it will teach you the difference between the things you want and that which you need.
So lay back and flatten the arch of your spine against those springs of strength; it needs to breathe.
These dreams will tilt and roll off us, into the places of waiting truth.
I won’t be far gone, though it will feel that way some days.
You won’t be lost, though you will pause and wonder which direction to turn.
We will fade.
We will grow.
These particles will divide.
And everything will fall into place.
© ryan
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Oh my darling Nic,
This piece trumpeted for me. I wrote something very similar awhile ago….
The pieces will fall into place.
Much love xoxoxo
living brings esistance, not the other way around which the blind masses to often confuse: you see it all before you and write with distinction and passion for living. beautiful, PJ.
damn it! lol sorry, existance. too damn early for me this am! lol
Nic
“My hands are catching stars on skin of uncurled open and I dare because I know the worth.”
Far out, your writing is gorgeous …
sandra x
Interstella Divination ..painted with a brush of Gossamer " – )) Well Done
this is very very lovely.
such beautiful pictures =)
Wow Nicole – this is the kind of “knowing” one should have – that everything will fall into place. As it will. Your opening line is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever read and it will linger long in my mind as just utter perfection. And in between, you paint something of sheer loveliness in images that are, as you intended, pure poetry. Just incredible work!
Wow….again, verry nice
Its wonderful write Nic!