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Evlutin (Evolution)
Pale moonlight gets trapped,
in my fingers,
where I'm at
right now.
Smoothing over worries in my head,
trying to rid of this over thinking.
Loving every second,
craving more,
oh how I adore all these memories
we make.
Singing a lullaby.
Brushing over bare skin.
Cradling me when I need help.
Watching me give in.
Waves sing me to sleep.
Your eyes are to keep our memories
safe in these treasured halls
of mine.
Soft sand against your burning skin.
Watching every drop sink in
this pool
of never ending wonder.
And am I a fool to say
that this is heaven?
The Most Beautiful Way
I think the most beautiful way a person can break your heart
Is when they come at the right time
Just before you crack
And they build you up and put you back together
Fill you with the warmest feelings and envelop you in safety
Then they use pieces of themselves to glue your broken pieces
Making the most resilient heart you'll ever have
And you give them all you can from your recovering soul
But they leave
Not because of you
Because of them
And as time passes, your heart aches more and more
With perfect memories and dreams that never were
Instead of leaving you in pieces, they leave you whole
And your heart throbs with pain
Because you'd rather be broken again and have them fix you
Than be whole and live without them.
Skipping Stone
A skipping stone is a wish.
A wish once meant to be true.
Say a prayer over it and throw
it onto the deep blue.
Water is sweet,
soft and hard
and good.
Healing your skin and breaking your bones.
Float on your back and swish.
Swish
Swish
The water ripples around you,
the sound is beautiful.
Your ears hear tiny tiny bubbling
sounds, coming into your head.
It feels cool against your skin.
Lovely soft lips caress your every move.
The wind whips over the pale blue moon.
Dark and deep
with secrets to keep,
the ocean is a deep dark blue.
Will it keep my secrets too?
I whisper in the night,
tell of all my frights.
My hopes and dreams and evermore.
When done I settle back to watch
birds over flying
back in flocks.
Then a surprise.
The ocean whispers back to me.
I understand your troubles, see,
I once was the spirit of a skipping stone,
my only wish, to find a home.
An airy home with lots of space,
love and people
full of grace.
Now I am the ocean sea and pond.
Fishes swim and are my constants.
My dreams came true and I'm content.
And if that can all come from one skipping stone
what can YOU do
