Flavor of Love

Morning whispers a promise
thawing all that has gone
as the sun’s first-sweet-breath
kisses trembling trees
leaving them all a quiver.

I am silent witness to days
arrival after nights tenderness
held the face of millennia
within its cosmic truth.

The flavor of love
plays cold across my tongue
this is what it is
no more, no less.

I wonder,

what ancient wisdom is
there hidden, the eye doesn’t see
yet, the heart knows.
What ancient truths still
to be revealed.

Bending to life’s wishes
I keep the flame and
dream alive
inside the flight of
a peaceful warrior
someone, somewhere in time
is saying my name
again, again and

Onward gentle dreamer



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