Wandering, wondering
What is to be
Where will it lead
Will there be joy and beauty
And shared reverie
Will there be soulful connection
In the delicacy of painful release
The heart is a flower
Needing light and love
Nurture with sustenance
Hope and devotion
Wrapped in cocoon
Of my own gentle making
Retreat to the safe place of comfort
Guarded hope for desired awakening
Stretch forth from enveloping safety
Wings spread to dry in blossom of color
Longing paints patterns of bruises
Whispers of desire are a rosy flush
Captured in the net of heavens promise
Spread out and pinned like the rarest specimen
Craving the touch of his hand
Devotion to the beauty she willingly gives
Cling to the dream of rapture unleashed
Kneel at the feet of Elysian ecstasy
Offering all that i have
Waiting and wondering
Where will my heart land
Story and image:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013
Of my own gentle making
Retreat to the safe place of comfort
Guarded hope for desired awakening
Stretch forth from enveloping safety
Wings spread to dry in blossom of color
Longing paints patterns of bruises
Whispers of desire are a rosy flush
Captured in the net of heavens promise
Spread out and pinned like the rarest specimen
Craving the touch of his hand
Devotion to the beauty she willingly gives
Cling to the dream of rapture unleashed
Kneel at the feet of Elysian ecstasy
Offering all that i have
Waiting and wondering
Where will my heart land
Story and image:
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013
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