Inhale
Writing poetry by moonlight on the walls of your soul;
Each word etched into your blood stream.
They bind to red blood cells, spreading oxygenated messages,
Providing life and color to aging appendages
That would otherwise fade to stiff, forgotten branches.
Rejuvenation is on the tip of your tongue, just breathe in.
I cannot force you to allow your proverbial lungs
To expand with rhetorical solutions to hypothetical questions.
That was never my intention anyway.
I simply offer my lessons in Love as undeniable truth
To the silent inquiries your heart hesitates to ask
While your eyes plead for them to be answered.
Let me re-ignite the hibernating embers of your spirit.
Come, share a common space of Immortal Love.
His Refuge
A sinking feeling, not of overwhelming proportions,
But akin to warm comfort eases you down into safety.
It exudes contentment and satisfaction,
Embracing your core and securing your thoughts as you tumble into peaceful release.
Refuge you did not seek envelopes you in support you didn't know you craved.
This is trust discovered in an unexpected friend.
Like a knock on a darkened doorstep,
You answer, preparing to provide,
But instead you are met with a traveler ready to impart,
An angel you didn't know you needed.
Such is the way of blessings,
They only need a vessel willing to be filled.
A harbinger of Love,
My purpose and duty.
Always searching to fulfill the quiet, whispered prayers
Of the man who has yet to speak his deepest desires.
Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy
Writing poetry by moonlight on the walls of your soul;
Each word etched into your blood stream.
They bind to red blood cells, spreading oxygenated messages,
Providing life and color to aging appendages
That would otherwise fade to stiff, forgotten branches.
Rejuvenation is on the tip of your tongue, just breathe in.
I cannot force you to allow your proverbial lungs
To expand with rhetorical solutions to hypothetical questions.
That was never my intention anyway.
I simply offer my lessons in Love as undeniable truth
To the silent inquiries your heart hesitates to ask
While your eyes plead for them to be answered.
Let me re-ignite the hibernating embers of your spirit.
Come, share a common space of Immortal Love.
His Refuge
A sinking feeling, not of overwhelming proportions,
But akin to warm comfort eases you down into safety.
It exudes contentment and satisfaction,
Embracing your core and securing your thoughts as you tumble into peaceful release.
Refuge you did not seek envelopes you in support you didn't know you craved.
This is trust discovered in an unexpected friend.
Like a knock on a darkened doorstep,
You answer, preparing to provide,
But instead you are met with a traveler ready to impart,
An angel you didn't know you needed.
Such is the way of blessings,
They only need a vessel willing to be filled.
A harbinger of Love,
My purpose and duty.
Always searching to fulfill the quiet, whispered prayers
Of the man who has yet to speak his deepest desires.
Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy
Love them both!!!!!!
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