Become A Symphony

“... may fingers be dancing upon your spine
till your landscape becomes a symphony.
For healers and lovers know,
delicate touch is more than music,
It is medicine.”
~ Mark Gonzales

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Your lover’s form

is a musical instrument

that when expertly played

~ sings ~

producing the most exquisite of orchestras

Every sanctified union

every heartbeat in unison

is a divinely conducted symphony

a dance where partners

sway to a tune

and lovers silently sing to one another

in a language only lovers comprehend

Every beautiful conversation

is an angelic chorus

sweetly falling upon the senses

Every sincere meditation is harmony

Every prayer a beautiful melody

Every gaze to the heavens,

every folding to the knees,

is a dance in congregation ~

like the synchronous flight of birds

and the gentle swaying of trees

Become a symphony..

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“If Words are the Lyrics,
and Laughter the Melody,
then a Relationship becomes a Symphony.”
~ Nicholas Sparks

 

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Will You Stay?

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He held me in his arms..

.. and asked me if I would stay
while he worked on his troubled soul,
while he searched for the answers,
and his afflicted heart console.

His hand to the heavens,
he whirled in divine acceptance;
And while his form toiled for the worldly
he sought for grace and repentance.

He spends his nights in seeking
the clarity to his confusion.
And while I long to spend my days with him.
he longs for his seclusion.

Meanwhile, my heart is constantly aching
a physical pain that grips like vises;
but the idea of not being with him
it leaves my heart in slices.

He held me in a warm embrace..
.. and asked me, Will you stay?
From the tear running down his face
I knew I had to find a way.

His touch was firm and pleading
it lingered in an aching yearning,
I smiled tho my heart was bleeding
and nodded, as my eyes were burning.

His eyes were soft, gentle and kind,
I saw my reflection within an abysmal sea.
And I silently prayed
that among all he will find,
that he will still
See me.

In stillness I sought to find bliss
as I flow slowly through this longing,
Being present in all of  ‘this’
Finding solace and belonging.

stay

“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~ Oscar Wilde