Calming

trust is not easily earned

over and over

it must be reassured

one eye sees

the light the lovely

all the kindness gifted to me

another eye sees

fear and betrayal

hurt caused by deceit

slowly speeding

words threaded with melody

gently

toward me

opening

 

 

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Pining’s Quiet Prose

what to do

what to do

sitting here

I miss you

and you

and you

Longing for wind

trailing through the stars

brightly twisting

into universal truths

Brook babbling

words in a siren’s tongue

secrets uninterpreted

Patience is found

lounging along

touches of soul

condensing in song

oh, how I miss you

full contact laughter

Oh, how I miss you

sly cat-eyed banter

so I do what there is to do

which is sit here

and miss you

and you

and you