You were…once,
one of the easiest gifts in life to set free, upon the tips of my wings,
into the wind…
until people created this unnecessary, horrific pain,
that stains souls, and replays scratched vessels in hearts,
granted taking Your infinite power…
giving You has become one of the hardest of my obstacles
there isn’t much free in this life we live…
but You-
& to You…there is no comparison to the musical breaths You sing,
performing wind tunes, that force soul’s happiness’ to drum beats from hearts,
tip-toe ballads with fingers & delicately dance with hands
to the unknown wonder the universe expels…
no, there could never be a cost for Your fine seasoning,
yet, the blind-hearted, the stone-hearted…
continue to free-ride Your lavish deliverances,
thinking pearls, gold or diamonds can somehow compare!
to Your unrivaled standing
foolishly believing, because You’re so inexplicably vast…
if they place You aside, You’ll ever remain,
regard-Less they respect You,
second guessing Your pleasure….
watching to see if You’re really this good…
as good as the side pieces of ass, that screw up homes for,
as good as the materialistic shit society flicks in the faces,
thinking lust is better than All the Divine You are…
for the temporary… they soon find won’t last,
& it’s too late…
as one looks back at glass shattered hearts,
they’d left behind,
now with super-glue-mended repairs
foolishly believing, that if they slacked at taking care of home
that….that… because it is You that is everlasting
that you’d sit & wait around all of eternity
on one to decide to come back to their first
it is only a rare few who know You like I do
the power You possess to breathe oxygen into a rose-wilted heart
& that losing You sucks away the very substance of air,
leaving aged & fractured hearts, thin blood, causing soul bleeds…
Your magical internal intertwining, creates weakened knees,
from the pleasance of bonding seeds… reproducing we
& You are the same, which suctions a wounded heart through kneecaps,
kissing the concrete in agony…
& still they abuse You!
until they gain wisdom, learning how jealous You are,
by all that You surround us in, so freely…
that you are the sought answer to tears, confusion & pain,
ever sought externally, yet quenched
& You Are the InDwelling from before the beginning of us
I will ever hold & trust You dearly,
knowing Your Indescribable power & delight.
Dear ‘Love’,
© 3/20/13 LeTisha.Bowie
