Fish in the stream
Upriver I swam
Until the moment
I met you; a dream...
Waving currents
Resembling a dance,
A slow and steady pace.
Too long I've sat on the fence.
I carried myself
Long days and short nights
Long nights and short days
Dusty rose on a brand new shelf
Composure, resilience, acceptance.
Quick-footed pestilence
Of maturity.
But enter your endless compliments...
Taking a turn downstream
I begin to feel,
To reel,
A fascinating new theme.
Welcoming shade, I come
A clear cliffhanger
You are irresistible
I'll stay rather than run.
MUSINGS #15: What can I say? I was in love.
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Musings: A Poetry Compilation
PuisiPoetry and prose for the poets out there eager to get their helpings of more and more of the written page...because there is never enough ink to satisfy the soul.