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?
With knowledge of the heart I thought secret.
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.