#ramblingsofagirl

The aching strings of broken melodies

Beckon me like the roaring flames of a lonely fire

A heart looking for a home. A silent whisper in an empty hall. The hearer of secret confessions in public spaces. Bare feet on city streets. The wearer of too many layers but not enough protection. The personification of a “pistol” but an empty shell. The seeker of openness but the recipient of anomalies. The writer who doesn’t know how to write.

The denier of the hearts desires. ……..……………………

The stars hidden behind the sulking moon’s haze. A post classical concussion of a heart’s empty symphony.

I want to unravel your bandages kiss your wounds and wrap them with love and acceptance.

I want to know security in your embrace, a place I can find refuge, always

I want to be the one who brings light to your darkness, the one who reminds you of the beauty, in simplicity.

I want to taste commitment on your lips, feel conviction in your heartbeat, and hope in your fingertips.

A stirring, made between the connection of a strangers palm.

A spark, I seek to find. A source of musing made of light.

A place where embers ignite.

The warmth of two energies finding haven in the security of palm within palm.