they say still waters run deep
but I wouldn’t know
because mine are forever raging
against the dying of the light
always threatening to overflow their banks
as they propel me to the lush fields of my imagination
where as the summer bees buzz
I pick a bouquet of wildflowers
amidst the thorns and briers just for you
there is so much beauty and so little time
which makes me tearfully treasure the breath of life
and your sun kissed shoulders and smile
when you see the purple, red, blue,
yellow and orange blooms
in my bleeding hands all the more
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I love this John Michael….”The lush fields of my imagination…”, and “tearfully treasure the breath of life”…..Exquisite. So poignant I felt it in my depths. Thank you.
S
***because mine are forever raging
against the dying of the light***
Ahhh, Dylan Thomas.
Ahhh, “You.”