want to hold your earth in my soil
Your mind, in my cosmic
A peace of your aura in my tea,
as i sit and sip
I think of ways to love you inside out
and though we have not been,
I wait to be one with you
To, harmonize with your hidden parts
and secret pieces
To breath in your painful thoughts
as we burst from tear to laughter
A green eyed reminder
though we are not aligned
You remind me of, time
A time, that has passed but is, and has yet to come
The ripped roots have found a way back into the ground
The seedling has begun to moisten
Ive seen a sitting man
listening to the truth.
a sweet, bitter sweet , bitter treat
A lull sang
from a nest, across the street
As pain filled as it is
it changes him and grows deep within
Accepting lines that fade and blend
Turmoil, becomes the mans best friend
He rarely grins
Nor, is his cheek caressed
He is flogged and left
loving what has left
loving what no longer has breath
Hoping in the miracle of what is,
next.
God, introduce me to myself
the man who is in love with
the hope of ascending from hell
Runson Rason Willis x 35 mm
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