There are two worlds
Inside my head;
One worn weary
Through the spinning
Of millennia
Gyrating ceaseless
And out of control;
The other,
New born as you stepped
Into my view,
Sings with the sweetest
Of melodies
A tune that no Earthly hand
Could pen,
Sets spark to the tinder
That lay for time unending
Dormant like poppy seeds
Awaiting the stirring
Of my soil-soul,
Now alive
And an ancient Sun
Rises with my smile,
A joy that cannot be
Extinguished or defeated,
A joy that brings new meaning
To every moment
Each stretching sinew
Each fleeting thought,
A joy that my deepest words
Could not come close to speaking,
So I shall breathe
My other world
A world in which
To be.
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Such a beautiful love poem, Chris. I would be so happy to receive such a thing.
Thank you, Rachael, that’s a lovely comment to leave.
Excellent.
Thank you. I appreciate you reading.
Strong and uplifting, Chris, a joy to read and savour.
You raised my spirits today and for that i’m very grateful indeed.
Always with my best
john
Thank you, John, that means a lot to me. Sorry you’re feeling loww – hope you recover your spirit soon.
All the best
Truly uplifting Chris. A message for your soul mate, for all soul mates.
Thank you, Mark…and I do hope so.
Beautiful words that express what we have within 💕💚
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. I’m pleased that you liked this.