The soul has much to say
My repose...
I fall asleep
painting her dream
by the numbers
She begins the morning
drawing my form
Such a soft touch
Laughter erupts
from the floor
of my foundation
Easy revelation
sinfully obvious
My ignorance faded
Joy was mine
before I kissed her
Contentment a badge of honor
Yet here I am
looking down from a height
without measure
A place
I've longed for
all my life
Bliss
so sensual
knocked on my door
Inspired heart
Motivated mind
Revealing soul
Inward miracles
that kiss the feet
of choice
We've chosen
to enfold one another
within each others harmony
Apart
we are wonderfully made
by His hands
Together
the overspill of today
floods the past
Soon
laughter is replaced
by wonder
All along
peace from within
was mine to partake of
I was already happy
Now?
The words escape me
It's the same condition
I suffer
when looking at her
Pleasant diagnosis
Dreamers disease
No medication, please
To write this
with poetic protocol
would be impossible
The sun is up
but we'll remain here
in our world
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My repose...
My repose...
