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Rivulets of Love (Repost)

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

Back in April the WordPress daily word was rivulet, today the word of the day challenge is rivulet so I’m sharing this one again.

Standing beside you silence is broken even when nothing is said. Funny isn’t it? The stars and the sky; did they dance and dive, bring cosmic planes of every color into a swirling whirling dance of lightening intensity before your eyes met mine?

Has the world always fallen silent at the beckon of your gasp, a movement so sudden and rasp, or was it just mine?

Strange thing isn’t it? To feel everything you’ve ever been step into the light of everything you’ll ever be, knowing no matter the fragility broken will never be … again …

Oh this feeling, again and again. Melodies in languages I fear I will never understand, kisses along paths I may never travel beneath moonlit branches otherworldly in their desire.

It dissipates but not into illusion, a dream of roses and foreign spring days. It sinks beneath the current, becoming the undertow, dragging us along in this sweet abandon, forever familiar. You are home. You are forever, over and over and over.

Such are the rivulets of love that stream from our silent smiles, glancing eyes, as we stand quiet, forever reaching in fear of loving alone the other.

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Demon in Disguise

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

Here we stand, on precipices of stars and skies. One step, a small breath, a slight breeze to tousle my hair. A lovers hand, gently swaying strands. Will he pull? Will he strike? Will he push me? Leave me to the night?

Not today it seems as we step away, a dance of carefully crafted precision. Dangerous games we play here on the ledge. Yet there’s a piece of me, rising again, demon in disguise.

She charges again and again, wild in her being, eyes chasing the sand. Determined and unsteadying she demands control of the wind. Throw me down she will so she can stand here too. Plucking the stars from their branches, shoving her hungry mouth full, she’ll devour the light within you.

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Collide

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

Once upon a time we collided, as dust against shimmering specters of dust, gods amongst the heavens then. Deep within the earth’s womb, boiling magma against impenetrable mantle, burning away defense mechanisms. Trojan horses against the very walls of heaven you became, melting, molding, galaxies spinning from every shattering sigh.

How could we have seen the way we flowed, you into me, ocean tides unidentifiable against the shoreline. In a rapid, rabid elemental explosion your soul ripped into mine, gently brushing every secret we dared hide. Wrapping them in the wispy, silken age of our souls we stole away pieces of one another. Magnetic, prophetic, we could never hide forever revolving stars in our eyes.

Rapid

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The Stars Must Know

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

Do we ever truly know
What it is to be alone
Until we’ve entangled
With a soul in which we see our own?
The stars must know,
For they once were one,
Split apart by time,
Slow violent upending.
Now they beam in the night sky,
A call to the halves once held near.
Don’t forget,
We’re still floating out here.
Apart we may be,
Bound by constraints unseen
But connected in the fabric of every being.

Glimmer

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The Thing Is …

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

WordPress Daily Prompt – Cozy

On cold nights like this,
I wonder if I miss the sun
Or the feeling of laying in your arms
By the fire, tracing stars in your smile.
People sometimes tell me to move on.
It would be lying to say I haven’t tried.
The thing is,
How do you move on
When that first kiss sent chills down your spine
And fireworks into your sky?

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Float Among Galaxies

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

Flying through space and time

“Faster! Faster!” We cry.

We could die, it would be possible.

I can lean back and see everything,

I’m floating among galaxies

While dragging along the gutters.

Everything’s so beautiful from here.

Up or down, it no longer matters.

I’m but a bit of dust among these stars.

It never occurs to me that the rain is splattering the road

With oily traps made for little cars like this

Or that I’m not the only person floating in space,

Careening through oily gutter streams.

But I could die tonight and it would be ok

Because I’m loaded again anyway.

My head’s been filled with daydreams;

The stars could take me under their wings.

My particles could return home in pieces as they came.

But lying here in the road tonight,

It never occurs to me that this isn’t where I belong

Or that maybe one day you’d miss me.

Because all I can do is float among galaxies,

And drag along the gutters.

But I could die tonight,

And that would be ok.

Because it never occurs to me,

That you won’t hear it

When the last things I can say

Float among the galaxies

And drop along the gutters.

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Lord Knows

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

There’s something written in the heavens, stolen by your pen, lord knows it’ll be a masterpiece once returned again.
All great poets ascended to the stars, leaving wisdom on a path that is only ours.
How shall you find it and what should you do?
My love, the Gods have plagiarized you.
Voices like honey and ink that scrolls divine, does nothing to betray the beauty of words you find.
Romeo and Juliet have no choice, they fall at your doorstep, battered and bruised in rejoice
Like all great loves they must pass through your inkwell, finding salvation; without, there is only true damnation.
But still the question falls to you, what ever shall you do?
My love, the stars saw inside your mind and stole the very words we struck out to enshrine.
For there was something written in the heavens, stolen by your pen
Lord knows, it’ll be a masterpiece once returned again.

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Dying Days

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

I love the moment of evening
When the day clings with increasing desperation
Painting the sky in smoky pinks and hazy grays
With a bleary brush of dying days.
Perhaps it says much about me
That I would prefer to watch
The slow extinguish of the day’s flame
Than the brilliant lighting
After the darkest hours.
How can it be
That someone comes to love
The descent into night,
So much more than the rescue
From seemingly endless blight?
Maybe there’s no fear of the dark
When the stars are so clear
And a million galaxies streak across the sky
In all brilliant colors only visible in those moments
After the day has died.

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Take Me Deeper Dear

Posted on by Kelley Farrell

WordPress Daily Prompt – Superficial

Take me deeper dear,
Past the small talk.
Past the “how are you”
To the “why are you”?
Ask me why we’re here,
What’s the meaning
Of all this again?
Tell me of life and love and music
That pulses through your veins.
Talk about the universe and the stars,
About how small we truly are.
Tell me about that glimmer in your eye,
The magic in your soul.
Tell me about the mountains and the oceans,
About the snow on Christmas.
Gift me your memories,
The good and the bad,
Even the awkward and sad.
Take me deeper dear.

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