Midnight Black

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She whispers in abstract,
shades of midnight black
and questions that remain,
persisting thoughts
that will not wait,
not always welcome
or logical,
rarely methodical,
never as love notes
or the soft touch of sin
But, nonetheless,
she is lost in them,
the way they flutter within,
these nameless, faceless
moments of time
that steal her breath,
beating within her chest,
a vault full of memories,
escaping
free

Breath of Words© 4/26/17

photo by Arianna Ceccarelli

For Always

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There’s been too much
bittersweet,
our minds chasing problems
instead of holding on to each other

One day,
we’ll have time
to soak up the good,
moments spent loving
these hearts of ours
so concerned with comforting
We’ll watch suns set
and moons rise,
talk about all the good
in this darling life

Until then,
I’ll wish on stars and love songs,
while holding onto trust
and the sweet kiss of faith

And, we’ll burn bright,
you with me,
for always

Breath of Words© 4/24/17

photo: Felicia Simon

Fernweh

 

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She chases the messenger

in a sky full of stars,

explores forests

just like the one

etched on her heart

Kismet chaos stains

her curious lips,

and wild dreams linger

on her fingertips

as faraway places

softly call out her name,

whispering of

a sweet madness

that can’t be tamed

She’s hellbent on knowing,

her eyes brightly glowing

while a wondering wanderlust

screams through her veins

She’s lost in the call

of this burning fernweh

Breath of Words© 4/23/17

top photo: Federico Bebber

lower photo: Further Bound

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Discovering Home

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She found her way
through winter frost
and summer rain,
chasing after
destinations unknown
She searched the skies
and discovered home
within the tropical fog
and the morning mist,
dappled with light
and ocean kissed,
away from the poison
and the toxic noise,
and she made a choice
to let evening come
and settle under her skin
while night,
with its glowing stars,
takes care of
her delicate heart

Breath of Words© 4/17/17

photo by Emi Haze

Waiting To Rise

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We are teardrops and wishes,
a trail of whispers
trapped in glass jars
We call ourselves
unbreakable,
but there are cracks
in our fragile hearts,
and those memories
the ones we pretend
don’t exist,
are simply waiting
for resurrection
They live in
those empty spaces,
longing for moments
when the sky is black,
mist and moonlight,
waiting to be spilled
so they can rise
with the night

Breath of Words 4/16/17

photo by Omerika

Storm Within

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She waits for the crash,
standing under the sky,
her amaranthine heart
anchored to the storm
as it rages on, unmerciful,
unpredictable,
just like her,
loathed and loved
And you’re afraid,
scared that the ground
will fall below her feet,
that she’ll be pulled along
with thunderclouds
and lightning bolts
I can see you wishing
to be the one to help her,
hoping your faith
will be her saving grace
But, the truth is,
there is a war beneath her skin,
and only she can calm the tempest

Breath of Words© 4/14/17

photo by Katherine Jung