Break me. Crack me open And taste the tide. Follow the bright, The brandy-hued light That leads to forever. Look skyward. Gaze into depths Of
I talk of time as if I Held it. Saw it. Touched it. But I only know its shadow. I see its daily birth, Watching
I recall the time Such beauty I first beheld Never will I leave © Brandewulf 2018 I wrote about this bromeliad in a poem last year
Chaos in alone Unlike when our fingers touch. A world in balance
The tempo. The cadence. Hearts patter and pound The solemn after Of moments shared And balance each beat. Breaths that break The sacred silence, Exchanging
Closer she held him. Emery rubs against her. Sharp edges now gone.