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Slipping softly

Melting into your embrace

Each breath

draws us closer to a kiss

because who needs words

when time and distance stole them from us

All I need

is to look in your eyes

to translate

perfectly

what our souls spoke

A tapestry of language

woven with silver threads

that hold us together

even when we are far apart

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Please…

I  need you here

tonight

to hold me

as tenderly as you held my fears

as fearlessly as you dried my tears

Come…

let’s lay down our words

and  lie together

with nothing between us

but  dreams

spoken silently

with fingertips on skin

pressed softly

with lips

between pages

of  soul

Rewritten

with each touch of  love our hearts create

from our  own silent sanctuary

in the stillness of  Sacred

Please…

I need you here…

tonight

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Photo: My own

The slow pull of a whisper’s fade

writing dreams across my mind’s sky

not yet fully seen

until reflected in the soft spill of soul

becoming reality

in the slow exhale of

belief

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In stillness inhaling light

I wrap my pain with love

to let go of hurt

in the exhale

Feeling the breeze take away my worry

along with the “why’s”

as each  breath brings me closer to

 everything I understand

and all the things I never will

Poetry Prompt http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/11/13/daily-prompt-this-is-your-song/

Taken from the song

Where Time Stands Still

Mary Chapin Carpenter

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In silence

 I feel him wind through me

his words

  his laughter

like a breeze across my soul

 I wonder then

Is he is thinking of me

 does he feel my touch of thought 

 can he feel my love spill colors of light into him

  merging our souls into prisms that dance with breath

 guiding us separately down a path we share together

I feel him

Does he feel me?

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Internet photo

A distant dream

gave birth to flight

she holds a single feather

colors of her very  soul

proof that miracles are born with belief

and live in the knowing

that she was always meant to

fly

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To be the music

held

in the pause

resonating meaning in its depth

a vibration of sacred felt

not heard

Fill me with your notes

so I can feel your music

play me

as my soul sings your song back to you

with love

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Photo: My own

Reflections of sky

always most calm

after the storm

Torrents of emotion released from the clutch of darkness

bring a dawn of understanding

Clarity

paints possiblities

in the wake of a shadow’s slow crawl

Mother Nature

in her wonder

guides me through beauty

to know the world

as myself

To be me

beautifully

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 Sky blue paint flakes at my touch revealing aged oak

as my fingers trace inside the worn deep grooves

I wonder

What lies beyond this windowless door

I rest my head against the grain

listening to wisdom of ancients spoken in foreign tongues

a language unknown to me but understood

intuitively

sharing secrets mists whisper to trees at dawn

Placing my palms flat against it’s surface

Vibrations of knowing pulse from within

begging me to open this portal

To remember light that has been forgotten

(un) known

through a busy life lived with closed eyes

My heart open

slowly, I slide my right hand down the weathered frame

reaching for the hammered iron handle

I depress the latch

to discover the gateway

of

What lies beyond the door

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I am…

music light dances to in a forest of trees

I am…

 a transient dream traveling on a cloud

I am…

the laughter of a child blown through a wand into a soap bubble.

I am…

the echo of loneliness in howling wind

I am…

the gentle movement of air created by butterfly’s wings

I am…

a smiley face drawn in breath on a window pane by a child

I am..

a Universe held within a dewdrop bending a blade of grass

I am…

sand clinging to your feet longing to travel to new destinations

I am…

flickering candlelight breathing stillness of collective prayer in church

I am…

the breath of mist taken in by a mountains sigh

I am…

a child’s wish floating atop  dandelion seeds on a whisper of expectation

I am…

the perfumed pause before the first drop of rain

I am…

breath held before a lovers first touch

I am…

fingerprints left on pages of your favorite book

I am…

sandstorm dancing to the rhythm of the ocean

I am…

ache held in the soul of lovers too distant to touch

I am…

salt stains left on your cheeks after a final goodbye

I am

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