I close my eyes and reach out my hand.
It's met with the warmth of sunlight.
Travelling past the trees, I notice the way its curves shape the land.
They hold it tightly together with their might.
A rustle of movement within the trees sings a song that's both old and new.
A harmonious heartbeat, with its rhythm changing in tandem with the tune of breeze.
Staring at the tranquil river, shining all kinds of hues,
I notice the emotions hidden within it so bold and impossible to freeze.
Swimming in waters so deep displays how little you can know with a gaze,
Each detail against my skin directing me along with the current's gentle flow.
With how this journey began, I never thought I'd be swimming towards a cave.
Yet the darkness inside is not fearsome nor cold but a comfort I'd like to know.
Thus I map out the walls so I can find my way, noting what's rough and what's not.
When I find something soft, I let my fingers dance across it once more, like me and the cave are one.
I don't need my sight to find out where I am when the moss caressing my skin says a lot.
It tells me where I am and where I can find a home by knowing where I've come from.
This mental map is better than any picture one could see.
The joy it brings to light, within this dark, is for both of us to share.
This mental map I hold of you is as vividly familiar as can be.
This mental map is for both of us to show I'll always care.
This mental map we made together is the puzzle piece that makes us complete.
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The power of emotions
PoetryThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
