2017 Made a Way For Poetry

Silver curtains made of stone
Ice cold, they hung alone.
I found love on the other side
A window pane
A journal
And a rhyme.

It’s time for the summer to pass
It’s time for the fall, at last
And at last there are leaves to speak to
And at last there are trees to listen
At last I am hanging upside down
Beneath the sky,
On sacred ground.

Because

Following your heart was scary,
But following your mind reaped sores.

Following your feet was merry,
But following the leaves lit stars

Blisters only proved your independence,
And It’s all about the way you see

You found yourself standing upside down
So you could find a way back to your knees.

Love is cycle changing;
It’s the open-house parade.

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