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.
Your words are not wasted.
The heart's mysteries are universal.