We are all pockmarked by the scars of things that should have been otherwise, the way the moon bears the craters of collisions in space that it could do nothing to avoid.
My Year of Living Vulnerably, Rick Morton
Collision course
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Category Archives: Nature
Gentle Giant
Stooped gently
Shelter breeze
Sun shade
Tall at ease
Soft lines
Greet tenderly
Bleeding empathy
In golden glints
Words fade
Meaningless
Disturb
Peace endless
Type text
Frivolous
Only feels
Smooth body
Colours reveal
Tender gaze
Soft light
Evensong
Searching faces
None to stare
Walking bare
Among friends
With me
Hidden claw
For all its affections
Misconceptions
Personality
Individuality
Fiestiness
Boisterousness
Reticence
Malificence
Macavity's a mystery
Fickle to a fault
Dyed in the wool
Take you for a fool
Then curl on your mat
I could never be
A cat
Safe places
Never knowing
Nor hearing
Not believing
Or seeing
How deep
Tears fall
Better for all
Than being
With love
Room with a view
Loving you
As you wish
Me to
Simple belief
What divides
Also unites
With love
Room to grow
There is wisdom
In the choosing
Delicate frame
Tender name
There is kindness
In the holding
Generous room
Bright bloom
Together with another
Who cannot remain
With love
Daughter
There is a one I love
Who wanders far and free
Who pens adventures down
Her immortality
Her footsteps tread but lightly
Amidst nature's crown
Pause for meditating
Moments looking down
Her way is followed freely
By many searching ways
Weather turns and still she swills
A whisky end of day
If nature is a mother
She is a daughter true
Our itchy feet are longing
To tread behind in twos
Forgiving
I don’t blame you for giving me freedom.
Adorning
Treasure from the deep
String of pearls
From siren's keep
Having a feeling
No one would want
To try them on
Come, unadorned
Beauty lies within
Rest on warm sand
With me
Dwellings
How does one know
What is real
Unless faced
With possibility
Of losing you?
Count the stars of heaven 