Fields Of Words
By jvriesema
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Love is voiced
in
dots and commas
within the hopskotch of your crooked smile.
A quiet laugh threads its way to the sea
as you search the waves
for the beginnings
of an everlasting soul
that is
never bound by the sculpture of a dream.
Always,
there are explanation marks
that hyphenate the sound of a northern wind
making it sing through an unbroken window:
love itself
mirrored within a seagull's eyes of cobalt sky.
A lace crochet of dreams
reaches through panes of wind-worn glass
capturing its own hesitancy.
Each wordless note
becomes a hieroglyphic repeated
in an endless loop that never tires
of its motion.
Ancient spells repeat the rhythm of language
in a rotation
that never ceases to amaze the sagas of ghosts.
Nouns and verbs sung in your voice traverse from atom to atom;
motion to motion;
finding their way through the music of your past;
the universe a stage for entropy.
Anti matter is god's magician,
and light embraces the wand
that casts the order
of stars and thoughts;
your life a reason in itself to love.
Light traverses through words that have no sound.
And finds its way back through its own energy;
an artist's ribbon a mere thought within
your magician's hat.
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What a stunning and
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