Morning Poems of Love

Dark, with a cosmic dimension,

Those poems, poems of love, poems which I used to devour with breakfast…

Had all but disappeared.

School, work, life, and even love itself had quieted her cyber-song.

But not today.

How can she illuminate my life with her little word-lanterns

From so far away?

Expressing hidden secrets of the heart,

Laid bare, sometimes bleeding…

Looking; an unwavering gaze,

Into the blinding light and the profound darkness.

Welcome back.

Your words are not wasted.

The heart's mysteries are universal.