Nothing grand was ever so achieved by waiting patiently, nor ever found its fulness in life completed alone.
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Come to me, you wild beast, You whirling storm of beauty Battered, scarred, bruised and teased You grew beyond majesty…
in the exchange –
in the embrace –
in the reverse lifestyle
(from all you’ve been urged)
Blue sand underfoot Chilled children’s drinks drain away Boiling crabs blush bright red
A silver lining brightened every day
But not from you and that tumult’ous play
The brightness, love existed but in me
Your bitter words spawned with me dark affray
’Tis true, I never thought to think, to dream, To find the words while crafting this, midstream; And yet, t’was…