delicate
heart and mind of Just B
Love? What of it?
A memory of the ways things
could be.
Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.One of the rare gifted souls I’ve encountered on this path whose beautiful soul so effortlessly spills in words. Magic-like and profound. If you enjoyed this, you’ll love his work as much 🙂
I exist in the depths of the shadow
my mind.
My soul seeks comfort.
The dew that collects
on the petals that glisten
rays of sunshine.
Love? What of it?
A memory of the ways things
could be.
Some far off distant future
past rivers rushing childhood
glimpses.
No more safety net daydream
afternoons.
Spoon fed happiness tastes
bitter as it curdles with age.
Home seems so far back the road
is long with destination unknown.
Long winters.
Stuck in the middle. I couldn’t
find my way if I turned back.
Gentle hands of time.
Hold me.
dandelion kisses
sweeping glances
words of grace
such delicate torture
irrefutable
persuasion
of a lover
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 