My Love, you know there are much better poets than I am. We all have different scars, but they always seem to have mirrors that reflect a thousand times more light, while I’m grasping at rays through tall trees, trying to find the words.
I pour out my heart, writing letters hopefully sealed with the sacred. Your soul shines from your sun eternally, and flows from your fingertips. But it’s the encouragement that builds our castle, and as you whisper more stardust over my ocean, I often think how can I put this on paper? Because you are the poem…….and always have been.
At least you know how I feel, and that’s the most important thing.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”