Little Bird Poetry

wind lashes upon soft skin on a shore recently ravaged by an unforgiving storm all possibility of conversation drowned by thrashing waves simple looks now bearing weight of words unsaid heavy with thoughts of two souls desperately clinging to memories of the past what once was yet will not be again two spirits intertwined by the passing time quietly growing future apart paths diverging by the years driving wedges between a union of what was believed their divinity some decades ago footsteps struggling now to remain in sync with the one they believed was to be their one now with age split ting making what was once a converging front now a divergent storm brewing with each day that passes

what is in it the desire to find meaning the wishes to find purpose what if there is none no reason to live but only for the principle of having done so life might end in a second or wander on for a hundred years a spiral at which we begin on high only to fall deeper in or is it we're ascending into what might be greater than mortal years a drive down a country back road to a familiar destination the sight of a rippling field of sunflowers on a warm summers afternoon the scent of Irish Spring soap lingering far too long on the sleeves of a loved jacket wisps of smoke floating from lips laced with echoing "I love you"s winds darting through fractured car windows drowning out the sounds of reverberating thoughts the feel of softened leather beneath worn hands tame flames of heat dancing across pale skin what is it that it all amounts to fleeting bits of memory that snake their way through open palms like sand through children's han...

How do we  escape this labyrinth of suffering life as we say a never stopping  always moving maze of walls tunnels and pathways feet never ceasing  to move forward never back to the places we once were what is it all for this journey into a life only to end in death but does it ever truly end this maze of existence with no scarlet thread to show the way we once entered into the fog  beyond the hedges of the known into the night that does not end what minotaur lies within the center to a battle of which we are sure to lose or is there a center at all do we walk aimlessly only to find no purpose of the journey or is the walk that is the purpose to find new turns never knowing what lies ahead a bed we make  simply to never sleep is that what it all is for and in the end who is it that will remember the path of which we trod or is it ourselves only that know what lies in our path our wishes of the future our echoes of the pa...

He's everything I've ever wanted More than I could've dreamed Soft light flitting through bent metal blinds Catching every angle of his still sleeping face How wonderful it is To have the privilege to wake up Next to what must be a flesh angel So much love Passes across soft lips Falling into my lap With my cup overrunning More patience than father time More love than stored in cupid's quiver I've never thought it possible to find The one for who my heart longs for