All is quiet, embalmed
in a roaring peace.
My heart jumping
at the glint of touch.
The stars throb
dreams flow and glow.
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All is quiet, embalmed
Won’t you hold my
hand a little while
in this sea of plenty?
Won’t you stroke my
heart with gentleness
and watch the flowers bloom?
Won’t you walk with
me without chains or ropes
and kiss the world awake?
Won’t you cradle my
head and glimpse the sun
woo the morning dew?
Won’t you feast on liberty
and let your senses
swell in gaiety?
Won’t you lose yourself
in the wholesome flow,
bathed in wonderment?
Won’t you be a star
near and afar
on this burnished path?
Like the mist clearing on a summer morn,
You wend your way, silky-smooth, newly-born,
The dew shimmering above the thorn
And all is ablaze.
Like the world waking up in a hum of sound,
Your voice vibrates across the sun-drenched ground,
Terror’s chains broken, forever unbound
And here I stand, amazed.
Of all the earth
Love is the only thing one should live for.
Love is the only thing one should consider.
Love is the herb that soothes ancient sorrows.
Love is a wave that carries us to new worlds.
Love is warmth for the jaded soul.
Love is a hat to be worn in all seasons.
Love is light illuminating the darkness.
Love is fire, linking heart to heart.
Love is an ocean in which happiness swims.
Love is the sun, the moon, the wind, the stars.
Love is time dissolved in laughter.
Love is touch healing old scars.
Love is a smile greeting a smile.
Love is a charm, the way to stay calm.
Love is fragrant, freshened by passion.
Love is care, bathed in devotion.
Love travels far across seas and lands.
Roaring winds sharpen the senses
In a swell of surging fury –
Drifting, shifting, sifting;
Gladdened hands offer prayers
Enveloped in mists of love.
Isn’t life beautiful when we stand back and reflect upon the beauty of it all? Isn’t life brimming with possibility when we throw away our fears? Isn’t life magical when we realise the blessings we have? Isn’t life exquisite when we raise a cup to the wonder of now? Isn’t life majestic when we dance alone or with friends? Isn’t life resplendent when we drink in the view from the top of a mountain? Isn’t life sublime when we create splendour out of chaos? Isn’t life swell when we give with unfettered joy? Isn’t life grand when we take the hand of someone we love and look at the innumerable stars? Isn’t life great? Isn’t life sweet? Isn’t life beautiful?