“Weaving Water…”


Peace in my pocket,

I cup lapping tides

and storm-clouds,

until certain quiet presides.

You speak daybreak…

… voice Life through couplets

and keepsakes

of three-minute parables.

Thread whispered skeins

of ardent emotion,

priming the skin of Love’s active ocean,

with schemes of undular notion.

Chain-stitching optimists,

our Souls collide,

resealing tapestries,

from frayed insides.



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