Curiosities of a lover

 

A sort of shyness draws me in, 

The way your soul can feel,

Rhythms of the tide and waves,

And all the flowers are real. 

Perhaps it is of the leaves and limbs,

That I have missed you by, 

If I'd mistaken you for less,

Than the image that you fly.

When out of the world i live in,

You approached me from behind. 

I was surprised by the breeze, 

I didn't expect to rewind. 

Like pleasant sort of sound,

I'd like to hear again,

Something grounded my attention,

I was readier to listen. 

Somethings we try to know,

Sometimes we know to try. 

Exquisite roots of the soul, 

When something new came alive. 

Candles in the forest night,

Of every angle burning white, 

Symphonies of freedoms found, 

Cascading moments of delight.

When everything is alright. 

Household of my heart

I have a door, 

I know no more,

But that it is hard to get through.  

From what i can see,

It is somewhat me,

Somewhat the others too. 

The windows are quite quality,

Shaped by years of reciprocity,

The flowers are well fed.

The mirrors there are many

For I reflected much, like any,

And the books in the walls are read. 

The floors are green,

As if to seem,

That the glorious grass may grow.

The upstairs is tidy,

The basement is mighty, 

A serious mess of mazes.

But if you look closely, 

you'll see the beauty,

Of all the mysterious faces.