lotus.

Doldrums tumble in the day, into the week, the weak

As I try to speak, her hand is seriously stuck in my swollen throat

When I try to see, her fingertips are lodged in my aching eyes

As I walk, I stumble on the sorrow stone, in the path, our path

Trying to cleanse the deep wounds carved in her chest

My missing rib flutters about, she dances on my wrist like a treasured bracelet

Expressions are coughed up into a bathtub full of missing words

Kissing the poetry embedded on the papers, upon trees, upon trees and trees

Which are delicately arranged in a sacred geometrical pattern

The truth is humbly spoken, a plethora of lies are buried, then burned

Secret chants, essentially prayers are hands held, bonded in a circle, around the burning bush

Her heart is brightened, enlightening energy on display

His heart is listening, deciphering woven words on display

When lightning strikes, the clouds will provide vision in the form of holy rain

There is an abundance of rain in your glowing heart, in our growing hearts

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery