#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love

Your heart is breaking And you wish you could follow the deadWhere their eyes would still recognise youWhere they’d take your life instead Your heart is breaking You’re tired and out of timeYour body is less alignedWith what they call the real worldBecause you don’t watch to match your footsteps With a world that brokeContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love”

#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died

If I arise tomorrow, And forget that your soul Left this place, a long time ago, Would the wind stop beating at windows? They are streaked with rain and pollen clusters, fidgeting bugs and dusty frames, I don’t think I have a picture of us. If I arose tomorrow, If the sunlight lifted in particles,Continue reading “#13 healing poetry; I bought Jasmine when I heard that you had died”