Step naturally now
listen to your footfall
there among broken steps
and frail dis-hope
how lightly
you traipse
the rise
you
get
above it.
© Chagall 2015
Archive for May, 2015
Such sorrow to discover
she really believed
in emojis.
© Chagall 2015
Bi-planes above us under
low-blue ceiling, I wonder
if they’re from our time.
© Chagall 2015
I’m not saying step away,
I’m saying step back a bit
and give us both room to breathe.
© Chagall 2015
Make it so hot
that it’s not
just ahh
but Oh!
© Chagall 2015
Endless possibility filled the moment
(which happened to be morning) sun
baked me dry and timeless so I became
one with the sky so far
above the ground I hover, delight
in my self now not at all
sad to lose it.
© Chagall 2015
I’m not certain
that my unhappiness
over your sadness
and my desire for you
to be nothing but happy
is really the same
as loving you
© Chagall 2015
I only live to love you,
certainly not to be served
and so it hurts to go on like this.
I only live to love you
and to heal.
© Chagall 2015
Not a parent nor a prince,
neither president or king,
ones lover not-self
but God.
© Chagall 2015
The stones I leave at the gate
can be used to trace new paths
or bar access to the existing.
Place them accordingly – you decide.
© Chagall 2015
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