LindaR

Silver-backed breezes turn the olive tree
whispering back to the wind…

I no longer walk
this Garden
in slumber
so much beauty
to behold
it fills me like a vessel
meant to overflow
and fill anew…

and I wait too
in this blend of gauze
and glowing light…

I fall into wonder…

....can I keep this moment
by pressing petals in a book
like catching
sunshine and salt air
in a jar?...

indeed
the silent bell has wrung
in root and limb
the turning
has come…

revelation
in removing the veil
of one sense
to feel
another kind of
knowing…

releasing her grasp
of Summer’s sleeve
as soft as silk
through fingers
slide…

awakened now
its dream
dispelled
by winded water
a sigh of regret
fills its limbs…

why not see
ourselves
in transformation
this way…

my little stories
tell their secrets….

All its beauty
mystery
wonder
pain
joy
struggle
pleasure
...pick one please…

sometimes you just need
to
peel
back
the skin
and look within…

I chose my bliss
over your stinginess…

please listen…in large view

yes,
but
I love me more.

the freedom
of losing
every
thing…

your journey ended too early
when all was just beginning…

where you can no longer stand
and walk in step
I carry you with me…

what if…

I love you if…