The sway


Gentle heart, listen.
 Hear the calling rain,
as it bends your heart to wakefulness,
endless ripples outward,
from the center of your being.

Gentle heart, listen,
Let the song on the wind compel you,
to chance a heart worth breaking.
Let the formless touch enclose you,
into some new chrysalis of becoming. 

Gentle heart, listen. 
Let the fabric of time,
weave a liquid curtain,
as beautiful as it is illusive,
with sunlight that shines like love.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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