I softly spoke
To the Italian stars
About you
They whispered back
We know
She’s Ours
I raised my voice
Yelling at
The top
Of my lungs
She is
The one
The one I love
My Free
The Moon
Mighty She
Smiled back
And breathed
Into me
I know
She’s of Me
As you are
RLove
10.5.20
F/Italy
PS. I wrote this after getting back in from a night of Italian food, and walking under the stars in the dark!!
Yellow glowing Reflecting how I feel On the inside Her reflection Wearing dark green Feeling like home Wearing like Christmas emotions Color What we wear Says a lot Who we are How we feel How many Wear what Is expected? Or put On clothes Based on Fitting in? Stepping into Our wild selves Involves finding…
Long Haul Words popping Into my liquid mind The recent hike With a young man Ever present I’m not about going faster I’m about going longer Sharing the turtle analogy Over-enthusiasm and bullheadedness of no use Pushing through everything No longer desiring The pain and loneliness Coming with This choice in life Ahh, the wisdom…
Feet First Born feet First Running the moment My feet touched down Earth underneath Calling me onward Picture from childhood Tethered down Little Ricky running Towards the unknown Running to the next Experience wanting more Not settling for Second best Knowing there is more Running no longer Content in the moment Desiring what is now…
An elusive word Conjuring up emotions Filling minds Smells. Sounds. Sights. From times gone by Longing for more Or whatever This illustrious word Home Really means Witnessing so many Struggle with the reality They’ve never fully Experienced a place To fully let down One filling with Hope and kindness Drawing out the Poisonous venom within…
Pieces Shiny and sharp Scattered loosely Over the gravel driveway Black asphalt Searing in The Colorado full sun Pieces Of me Bleeding pieces Combusting from Stress and pressure No longer Held together Shattered Humpty Dumpty Unable to be Put back Pieces Of my past Coming to fruition No longer Super glued together In pretense And…
The rhythm Calling me inward While mysteriously Drawing me outward Movement mixing With the sound Of her voice Smooth and alive Words spoken The sound of My voice Alive and awake Strong and bold Flames flowing Up from Mother Earth Grounded and pure Confiscating my essence Becoming fire Flames burning Standing up The heat Rushing…
