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The Colors Mornings Make

They never understood my smile
as we passed blooming yellow daffodils
sprinkled with morning; petals reborn
each dawn, like my heart when we awaken;

sunlight breathing through curtains
blue as the peace I find in your words.

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Love Letter #74

Let’s be still, like flowers;
dance when wind swirls,
open petals when sun fades
in and out of ivory clouds.

Let his spirit light
every dark place;
soften beating vessels

until all the love
pours out.

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Just Another Poet’s Perspective on Perfection

From fields of bluebonnets
to scattered, tumbling dandelions,
to yellow painted suns;
the red blur of cardinals in flight
landing upon steeples of grace
singing psalms of adoration;

your canvas flowing
in ripples, before us,

so, how can I sit here
staring

at this empty page?

Should I borrow blue
from your sculptured sky,
clouds bursting ivory stories
to lovers, gazing
tracing silhouettes
attempting to be filled,

but, still,

there are not enough adjectives
to adequately describe this light-
this love penetrating my heart;

the image-
the wonder of you.

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Like Similes of Spring

Your eyes dance;
open and close
with the tickle of lashes
upon tenderness
of cheeks.

The sun rises and sets
in our reflection
swaying, hearts full,
like poetry-
like an inlet
to eternal rivers.

Our silhouette springs
like budding flowers
even if we’re closer
to winter.

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Love Letter 73: Jeweled

If I had ten strings to tell you
that my heart longs for your touch
like feathers
in the wind of your presence;

my senses ache for a whisper;
just a breath of you.

My fingers find your syllables
in wildflowers, blooming,
in yellow dawn,
in purple endings
in the light of stars
formed by your hands;

flutter of wings,
singing
of what diamonds-

what jewels are we.

~

inspired by Psalm 33:2-3 &
Matthew 6:25-34

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Lifeline

Let not doubt
pass through your lips,
like smoke signals

to the mind.

Let love
intercept
— the flow
warm vessels

to the heart.

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Celestial Pirouette

Bend me like a flower;
petals to the wind,
stem arched,
receiving love;
mold me like clay;
transform me,

like stars
usher in the night.