Tender Aspects · The Art of Poetry

Tender Aspects

This is one of my most recent ones. Not sure where it came from. The words just sounded out of the aether.

Tender Aspects

Let me feel the ancient, aching silence;

I will hold my breath.

For a moment, soft and patient,

Time could leave me be.

There's not long to wait,

Before the voice breaks,

And the frequency returns with force -

A call both familiar and new I can't ignore.

Take me apart at the seams,

And have the patience to witness the weight of the crossing.

This is enough, the promise of shelter,

And a feeling that my hands remember.

Find me trembling - quietly ready, awake -

Catching on to what keeps in the dark,

Birthing beauty from the unrefined,

And grasping at the furthest edges in wonder.

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