The Moth

The Moth.

Am i the moth, seduced by your flame, destined to burn out in a blaze,

am i the bee, drawn to your nectar, bound to lose you in the misty winter haze.

Am i the ache, consumed by you, you who embody all that is true.

Am i all of that and more, drawn inexorably to your core,

ignorant that a love such as this existed,

ever before.

Lightning and Thunder

Thunder and Lightning.

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Rain trickles down window panes, mournful streaks of tears,

thunder booms, moans and ebullient sighs,

lightning blankets evening hues,

butterfly kisses on the canvas of nature,

a crescendo undulating beneath heaving skies,

as moments, days, years, and time,

simply flies.

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Peace and Equality and Equity for all!

✌😊🌻👍

Drowning in her Eyes

Drowning In her Eyes.

Drowning in her eyes,

eyes chastising me for looking away,

till my gaze got caught, in those eyes’ captivating sway.

“I fear I would drown in your eyes“, I said in a whisper,

“drown“, she murmured.