It shines above in heaven
The star
While I linger, languish, and try to love here on Earth
It's hard...
Love
But I don't know why
Apparently, patience is a virtue
Even if not one of mine
Compassion is though
Kindness, too...that's what counts
The heart can break in Twain
But our stomachs are the real killers
The gut-brain axis unlocks the key
We are what we eat after all
Swallowing each other's words whole
Infants...
We crawl, yet see it as a sprint
Physics should be taught in lieu of grammar
You see, numbers don't lie...
(as Pauli and Jung discovered)
It's the lack of light
My 45-degree latitude has little of it
We're not meant to live in the dark
Humans...
Our eyes, eager
Our mouths, salivating
The tip of your tongue on mine
Tasting each other
I live there, you know
In that most precious of all my moments
With you...
And only you.
I found your note today
That first one
Yet, I can't seem to stop crying...
Maybe painting the opal-like feathers from our wings will help
Taking flight across two canvases
22 colors
6 blends
And, a little piece of my soul
Yours, too, I'd wager
By the way, your green-eyed Tyger calls to me
Out of the darkness of a third canvas
The blank one that leans against my living room wall
It's 2:10 in Boston, in case you w(a)ndered
Hope to see you then....
*photo copyright Rebecca Housel 2019
The star
While I linger, languish, and try to love here on Earth
It's hard...
Love
But I don't know why
Apparently, patience is a virtue
Even if not one of mine
Compassion is though
Kindness, too...that's what counts
The heart can break in Twain
But our stomachs are the real killers
The gut-brain axis unlocks the key
We are what we eat after all
Swallowing each other's words whole
Infants...
We crawl, yet see it as a sprint
Physics should be taught in lieu of grammar
You see, numbers don't lie...
(as Pauli and Jung discovered)
It's the lack of light
My 45-degree latitude has little of it
We're not meant to live in the dark
Humans...
Our eyes, eager
Our mouths, salivating
The tip of your tongue on mine
Tasting each other
I live there, you know
In that most precious of all my moments
With you...
And only you.
I found your note today
That first one
Yet, I can't seem to stop crying...
Maybe painting the opal-like feathers from our wings will help
Taking flight across two canvases
22 colors
6 blends
And, a little piece of my soul
Yours, too, I'd wager
By the way, your green-eyed Tyger calls to me
Out of the darkness of a third canvas
The blank one that leans against my living room wall
It's 2:10 in Boston, in case you w(a)ndered
Hope to see you then....
*photo copyright Rebecca Housel 2019
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