synapses | sonnet thirteen posted by imani , Sunday, June 26, 2011 at 5:53 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the light of the day comes from the
sacred curve of your lips, then
races to the impenetrable strength
of your eyes, graceful and still

who would have imagined that
luminosity exists in a world dampened
and darkened by hurt, but i see
your soul speak of the truth, and

utter the mystery of long forgotten
dreams, colors that echo in the void,
flames that long for your breath

ascend, arrest, aspire for greater
depth within, clinging
only to your wonder.