Tagged: soul

5-26-15

The storm awakens what the sun
lulls to sleep,
just as starlight opens the eyes
of those blinded by the
day-
we are all just a bit jaded,
but our souls itch for that
gentle whisper,
that reassurance,
that power of the storm to
electrify and awaken us,
that strength to surge forward
with a ferocious peace…
each storm is different though,
yet we will still dance in its
rain, our eyes opened by its
reassurance*

-G. Boston

1-7-15

Impressions left on the green knoll
in June,
your youth sprinkled upon the grass
like dismantled wildflowers,
a smattering of muted color set upon the
heather like a canvas in wait-
your kiss sang on the wind like so many
birds heaving their pride into the weave
of the afternoon…
you blinked,
and the door opened to a foreverworld
cast in the stone of the ancients,
a delicate permanence spread wide like a glittering empire
before my eyes, but only for an instant-
verdant dreams sway on the minutes of June
like grass scattering on the breeze,
impressions left on the knoll like the shadow of your
youth,
muted color set upon the warmth like a canvas awaiting
its soul*

12-28-14

I’d seen love on the screen, written in pixels and
colors and scattered dialogue-
love plastered onto billboards and left to peel and
fade under the harsh sunlight,
their meaning flaking away like dry, molted skin-
love was seen in magazines, mannequin smiles
pasted in a glossy frame and frozen into paper
realism for all time,
just one dimension of the whole sphere-
love finds its way into all places,
creeping into play like water penetrates dry soil,
there to ferment or to grow,
to nourish,
or to evaporate-
your eyes, like starfire, peered beneath my skin
like a telescope peers into the soul of a distant
world,
and reminded me of the wholeness of
things-
what will I take with me from this place?*