Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I am artwork;
We all are.
We are tattooed and pinned
Adorned, pierced, and sculpted vessels
These forms made to reflect
To show the others
The unique glow that we can each feel
That burns from the core,
That peeks out through eyes
Nose, mouth, pores…
Filtering out the contained light;
For our bodies are but glorious lamps
For the starlight
Our selves,
Our spirits,
Our souls are.
I’m sorry I haven’t made
Time for you,
Time to express
What I still hold to be true,
What I long to tell,
From my heart,
In words I can’t seem to get quite right,
You,
My love,
My darling starlight
Star whom I think of
You are never out of sight
Though your light might not be easily identified,
Your glow radiates on,
Long after you make an impression upon my eye,
You are words that speak to my heart,
And echo the feeling of viewing this imperfect world,
You are hope,
A sign of the good there is,
There always is,
Despite,
For you are love
I wonder of you,
Wanting only the good to
Watch, nourish your soul,
Wanting love for your being,
And unfading stars
She of Letters 