Poetry For Everyday People
Miracle's Proof
My magic
would form
a red rose made
of clay,
I would use
it to scratch
my back, run love
down my spine,
as captured
art struggles
to get free,
my photographs
would read
your eyes, capture
your soul tending,
study the lines
on the soles of
your feet, with
care, give
you a place
to dive in,
soft, cozy,
cookies and wine,
here my beautiful friends
underneath red stars I juggle
magic, gardens, words,
fountains, sculptures,
flowers climbing time,
jasmine arbors waiting,
for the right moon, night,
day, person, the right
poem, painting,
symphony, love,
the right loneliness
to step underneath it's heavenly smells
and all of the sudden like rain
doors appear under moon's night and
slowly open, lanterns lined as far
as our eyes could see, music like we
have never heard, mountains that bow
and
without hesitation, nor doubt, for a moment
we get a glimpse, a note suspended
like a butterfly, a window
beyond earthly view.
would form
a red rose made
of clay,
I would use
it to scratch
my back, run love
down my spine,
as captured
art struggles
to get free,
my photographs
would read
your eyes, capture
your soul tending,
study the lines
on the soles of
your feet, with
care, give
you a place
to dive in,
soft, cozy,
cookies and wine,
here my beautiful friends
underneath red stars I juggle
magic, gardens, words,
fountains, sculptures,
flowers climbing time,
jasmine arbors waiting,
for the right moon, night,
day, person, the right
poem, painting,
symphony, love,
the right loneliness
to step underneath it's heavenly smells
and all of the sudden like rain
doors appear under moon's night and
slowly open, lanterns lined as far
as our eyes could see, music like we
have never heard, mountains that bow
and
without hesitation, nor doubt, for a moment
we get a glimpse, a note suspended
like a butterfly, a window
beyond earthly view.
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Miracle`s Proof
Miracle`s Proof