This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.

This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.

Loving this song lately. Do you have a bucket list? If so, what’s on it?
your soul
makes love
to me
in ways
that I’ve
only dreamed of
I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath
my story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul
my scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again
comfort finds me
no longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine
I fall into
the sweet silence
of the night
darkness comes
as comfort
to my naked soul
drifting between
here and there
to the edge
and back again
the universe
has a way
of bringing me
back to you
each night
no matter where
in time we are
I stare upon blank pages
struggling to find the words
that fill the surface
so quietly
they linger
dancing like raindrops
inside my head
stripped down
I close my eyes
and catch my breath
listening to the melody within
nothing else matters
but here
and now
stripped down
to my soul
stripped down
to myself
listen quietly
as the winds
rush through
the universe
feel the whispers
upon your skin
and taste
the secrets
upon your tongue
memories are found
inside the warmth
of a summers day
where the sun
catches your smile
and the winds
kiss your soul
she watches
as the seasons
slowly change
right before
her eyes
but inside
nothing
ever changes
winter
always remains
the same
I watch
as the silhouette
gently sways
side to side
spring breeze
caressing the lines
intertwining
to become one
the day
slowly fading away
and the stars
settle into place
once again