Ever notice how the same words,
Change their depth,
Depending on who gives them to you?
I love you from your child,
Your best friend,
I love you,
That burns deep into your skin,
Turning you to consuming molten.
Words are powerful,
But those who give them to you,
They give them added strength,
Sinking the words deeper into you.
As soon as you start to filter yourself for someone,
You are lost.
He was the moon,
Who controlled the ocean inside her,
With a sigh.
Letting the sun trace the curves of my skin,
Every chance it gets,
In the hope I will become etched in it’s memory,
And it’s touch in mine.
Sink back into the night,
Watch the world unfold,
And tell you it’s story.
And she loved the warmth on her skin.
But if you’re kissed well,
You’ll feel it deeper then just on your skin.
And she wished the sun could touch her soul.
Spin me in our dance.
Your touch of hand,
Keeps me from falling,
And I’m steady as I pirouette.
“You are open to life” Anais Nin
He was life,
And she opened to him,
This dreamer in swirling skirts,
With a heart so singed.
Sometimes when I read a persons words of love,
I wish they were writing them to me.
That I could inspire them in that way.
I know the words aren’t for me,
And that makes me a little sad.
But it’s still beautiful to know,
That there are people out there that feel,
And see the world in such a way.
And it helps me,
To see it like that again.
The way light falls,
Creating highlights and shadows,
Helps us to notice the detail.
It’s the same in life.
We need the light and darkness,
To help us see the beauty.
(not my photo)