Expansion.

 

I can feel the burgeoning swell in my chest

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an expansion

making room for you

amidst my grief

A longing has surfaced

undeniable

immutable

a door opened in my mind

the gateway to my heart

Tears threaten

wondering what will be

whether futility will mock

so I cling to signs

Symbols of mutual feeling

where there might be none

since you grieve too

Wondering if this knowing

resides only in my imagination

Awoken by the complete trust

fearful that I’m already falling

Hopeful that you feel it too

If not now, then one day

Soon.

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Fatal Recognition

Images bombard me,

plumes of butterflies

whenever I see

your beautiful face

All day long

The fear evaporated,

obstacles pushed away

knowing the inevitable truth

Drinking in every encounter,

awash with certainty

Breathless with anticipation

I yield.

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Entranced

The energy has shifted,

my defences down,

revealing something of my true self.

Finally.

I am alive when I think of you,

yearning to lay beside you,

listen to the story of your life,

soothed by the lilt of your voice,

transfixed by those amber eyes,

lifted by the strength emanating from you,

protected in a way I have never known before.

You still and awaken me

simultaneously.

I am left powerless,

the allure enveloping,

the endearment of your quiet vulnerability

consuming.

It is only a matter of time

and I no longer wish to run.

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Abundant Gifts

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Pink Cosmos Flower Close Up by criminalatt courtesy of http://www.FreeDigitalPhotos.net

To speak of the beauty of a flower

swaying in a breeze

is to breathe the essence

of everything I think I am.

To wonder at a branch

adorned with buds

is to recognise hope

proffered by the future.

To stop and marvel,

be thankful for all that is

must be my goal.

Forgetting ego,

diminishing others’ judgements

… save for those I love.

© mypastmademe.com 2014

Creature of Flight

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The mists of my mind are lifting

The future becomes distant

  as it should be

Focus attunes to the present

  where I find it hard to be still

Struggling to recognise

  the opportunities before me

Yearning to stay grounded

I should not be running towards tomorrow

  where romanticism robs me of clarity

  and mortality heightens anxiety

I should be digging a trench in today

  where life glitters with hope

  and reality holds out the hand of happiness

© www.mypastmademe.com 2012