One Heart, One Love (not a prose, never a poem)

I know whereof I speak

in moments when my mind would seek

the spirits of your prose;

In this beautiful hour

when a rose blooms under the raw dew and morning light

when a butterfly is set free to fly with the wind

A sweet reflection whispers of your presence

entailing me to come to you

That I may hold your hand and simply be near you…

No need to unravel what’s not been spoken

For here in my thoughts, in my arms you will lay.

We’ll revel in the paradise of words

built by the love you have had for this world,

And whether you stay or sail away

I am held by the truth

That my heart is undeniably yours.


-marj 2014