The Charm of the View
Oh, for the love of getting a good dose of sun and shine, now that the blanket of winter has been pulled away from my eyes. Oh yes, the insignificant has become suddenly more, but, in the big scheme of things, does it really matter? What we have here is not only stunning but not of an ordinary day. If your eyes could see the way I do, you would be able to experience the true wonder of it, in all of its glory, if you will.
A true celebration of the senses.
And so, my day begins with the end, for the night has been overcome with midnight to eight. But to be fair, coming home to this, greeting me at my door, makes everything turn back around. So there is justice after all, for those that chose to swim upstream in life.
Hail the glory of the day!
Your lips, a gentle kiss
I never knew it could be such bliss
Soft whispers embrace my heart
I touch your lips and go back to start
Who knew that I would dream in the day while wandering around the house, minding my own. The mind goes deaf, my brain pauses on the softer side of life. And then, I begin to give in to the thoughts just trying to get out of my head.
If I could just be
Closer to you
Nearer to me
Would you be able to see
What I do
When I look at you
Will you, will you
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Oh, the charm of the view continues to delight these eyes.
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I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"