The Earth; covering my hands.
My soul is harvesting joy.
Working hard. Sweat is the prize.
The wildflowers are rejoicing in the background.
God’s presence is shining upon me with
each ray of the Sun.
The garden has cultivated peace within.
I have been watching you.
You hide within your shadow
you seem distracted, always
seeking constant progress,
yet,
never reaching your goal of perfection.
{The Battle Within}
The mountains wrote a love song,
a ballad of adventure and longing.
My heart beats to its grand melody.
Those peaks are my canticle.
Narcissism
Unending self-regard
of a beauty that evokes
one’s vainglory.
Unrelenting devotion of self.
Modesty has fled. Grandiosity enters.
This is narcissism.
I am just waiting for the sun.
Her wild, exotic heart calls to me.
Gently, I move near her golden rays.
She warms my delicate petals,
with a gentle touch.
The core of my existence is her.
Every day it is the same battle.
A loveless game won by frustration.
You enter the room.
Blood pours into the chambers of my heart
at a fierce rate,
building pressure within.
The fire abruptly begins.
Flames burn
with every aching word
spewing from my mouth.
I am continuously undone
with you.
