JULY 14, 2009 10:44AM

Fuller of Love

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Wrapped up like a baby, comforted and warm,

You bring peace to me more than I to you.

I.  You.  We.  The trinity.  Fuller of love.

You should never want for tranquility,

Despite my true north.

 

Languid eyes, so childishly secure, fresh as blanketing snow.

Saving grace?  God, yes.  Almost god-like.  Fuller of love, though.

Black tentacles strangle my thoughts, choke the logic.

I choke on the logic.

 

Like with her before, graceful golden hair and all, I have failed again.

The rock that once was gashes the constant sea,

Reverse lighthouse, with a beam that slices from within.

Salt runs to salt.  Still, fuller of love you remain.

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without darkness, we can't be grateful for light. without bouts of uncertainty, there can be no comforting peace. lovely poem. thank you for sharing.
RavingBits
July 14, 2009 11:57 AM
Gwen, thanks for the comment. I've held on to this one for awhile.

And, Raving, I'd like to try the absence of the yin-yang notion for awhile just to see if you're correct. . .and to rest. Thanks so much for your lovely comments, too.
Mal Beck
July 14, 2009 12:09 PM
ahh, but Mal, that's just the point... you can Yin for long times but the Yang always comes back. Such is the profound beauty of the balance of the universe. I do wish you sufficient rest, though. Weariness constricts our ability to breathe and appreciate, and I would love nothing more than to hear you find yourself rejuvenated.
RavingBits
July 14, 2009 12:31 PM
Raving, your wishes make me smile. . .I appreciate the sentiments and thoughts behind your words immensely. Should I feel more permanently rejuvenated, I'll certainly let you know.
Mal Beck
July 15, 2009 12:09 PM