Namaste

 

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There is something true about the sun,
something honest in the way it rises and sets,
as if it knows we need a little light to guide us,
but also understands that we’re a little dark too

I remember in college,
on those early mornings after nights I couldn’t sleep,
I’d sit on the balcony,
watching the leaves change color
They always seemed so vibrant
in the dawn’s glow

And, in grad school, that night I sat beside you
taking in the city skyline as the day faded away,
orange and pink skies drinking in the moonlight
until only the star-studded black remained

There is a certain peace
in knowing that
I’m never watching the it alone
Somewhere, someone else is captivated,
soul bound to sky
and the sun
and each other

Breath of Words© 10/2/17

photo: J. Spann

Heartache

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my heart hurts
that our streets are filled
with a quiet sense of dread
I watch hope dying while fears are fed
and people that I thought I knew
just wash their hands and walk away
or buy into the promises made,
the broken oaths
laced with fables and lies,
no evidence of doing what’s just or right

my heart hurts
that our homes are filled
with anger and division and pain,
that we still have to talk about gender and race
because we aren’t all treated the same
and that’s not okay

my heart hurts
for the lost things, lost lives, lost loves,
for the childhood homes washed out to sea,
that all people have left are memories,
and still, some hesitate to help,
too concerned with themselves

my heart hurts
because we continue to pull apart
instead of pushing together

my heart hurts
because we are better than this

we have to be better than this

Breath of Words© 10/3/17

art: Crystal Lake