For the spontaneous sounding remark
Gifting blue the versed sentiments
Memorializing memories intact
Factually painting island alters
Nature fancy new air curious
This daylight of unspeakable love
For the interchangeable continual Gods
Spiriting souls the high morning metaphors
Know that often I dare myself to be happy
Lavishly imagining my exact wants
And with those thought my spirit ascended last night
Softly trail landing at my pond of dreams
My manuscript under leaves
Behind high branches his face I saw
Strange simple reason showing me calm
A man who wanted all my sides
Flickering my smiling pencil to write
Robust smoothness combinations quietly trading minds
Substituting my punctuation kissing dashes
Signifying the true length and depth in a pause
Our spontaneous nearness vitally cured
Old calcium high humming the living breeze
Against his chested roof I laid ushering our hands to touch
And with perfect equanimity my tender head birthed a boundless love for him
That was … quite beautiful, Mari. Another voice of yours, endearing. And intimate. This “he/him” of yours has, I think, much to be thankful for in receiving such unfettered praise and passion from your heart/pen. And as for this daring to be happy–by all means, M! May the continual gods bless your joy! As they should.
He/him placidly knows nothing of my existence. Confirming daily I know nothing of his. Praising possibilities in my unguarded moments. Perhaps I am just grateful of living in this awesomeness of life, satisfying my mind with generous sips of it. And if one should reach and pull me out, then he/him would truly know continuity.
Thank you, your words have delicately sunned me today.
I am sure I could learn something from the strength of your forbearance, Mari. From your capacity to find peace–joy even?–in possibilities. I grow too impatient, I think. Humans are such creatures of willfulness, and yet so drawn to what is easy and superficial. It amazes me to find someone who is capable of deep passion yet who can be content with possibilities. No, that is not fair–I should not be suggesting what you are or are not contented with. I read too much of myself into others, I think. Be well, M.
Possibility of either paths. How it find you is what a reader does. All said is 100% truth. Enjoy your Sunday.
Often I dare myself to be happy:))) we all should do this:)))) wonderful, Mari
: ) happiness is all one could hope for.
joy is all there is everything else is a poem…poetry is all there is everything else is just froot loops
hmmm humans
we will be okay, we are the sweetest love
sure is, humans must be the happiest creature living.. not that i don’t recognize pain and suffering,it exists, and we recognize it..we hope for happiness but oftentimes we tend not to see it, though it plainly exists centimeters in front of us..must we look for other people to know the real basis of happiness?kinda helps but sometimes all we need to do is look in the mirror..and that fact, what you are seeing in front of you, must be fair enough for us to create that wonderful smile and aura on us.
(sorry,been inspired by your piece Mari 
) cheers!