Divergent Strands ~
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
I have touched the divergent strands of your braided grace.
A pleasure unknown to those who have hidden their longing inside the secret chambers of the heart.
Like a legend that was forgotten amongst the very heroes who carved its history in to the bedrock of the soul,
Carving with their hammers and chisels, felt faintly as the gentle warmth of your voice whispered into my ear every story untold.
Your voice carving your signature in to the particles of my existence, as a lover who’s bedchamber has been carved in to my heart as the shelter where I take refuge from the cold of my naked emptiness.
Nestling ever deeper… Read More
A pleasure unknown to those who have hidden their longing inside the secret chambers of the heart.
Like a legend that was forgotten amongst the very heroes who carved its history in to the bedrock of the soul,
Carving with their hammers and chisels, felt faintly as the gentle warmth of your voice whispered into my ear every story untold.
Your voice carving your signature in to the particles of my existence, as a lover who’s bedchamber has been carved in to my heart as the shelter where I take refuge from the cold of my naked emptiness.
Nestling ever deeper… Read More
