Silence of Beauty

It sounds like the silence of early morning snow
When the city shuts down
And we steal the morning

Winter Luminecence on a soft ivory bed
The sensation is like a volcano
that constantly erupts from inside your chest
instead of hot lava
it pushes out butterflies
That fly into the bedroom leaving
Drops of
Sincerity in their path
It is as warm as a sleepy kiss
That starts slow and opens up
Gradually into a complicit wave of passion
It looks like four eyes looking out the window
Faces touch
As we lay
Intertwined
Stopping time

you remain

when you are here
there seems no other way
when you are gone
it too seems the only way
the only way you
remain always
and consistent
is in the feeling
inside
my chest

cried

tears
tears
of joy
again
and again

left

for awhile
went into a tunnel
of beauty
winter respite
into the tiny
molecules
that bounce
between two

everyone

has a challenge
something
they know of
or don't
that they should
work against
figuring it out
is hard
working against it
is hard too
but the results
are fast

the struggle

is figuring out
what is right
taking in
thousands of
expert opinions
and figuring
out what the truth is
its a good struggle
it hones
the very powers
we have been endowed with

moving

there is a feeling
when you are finally
getting in the game
doing the deed
making the decisions
moving forward
forward
forward
and its good.