Here I am, up all late...well early. "Naps" replace actual sleep and I know that this is the norm. This is what happens when I'm stressed, feeling hurt or lost. So, because I'm up...I figured I'd post something. I wouldn't wanna just be resting on my "laurels" so to speak after coming off of a 30 day blog challenge...would I?
I am gonna try to go to bed now...I'm sure I'll be up in a few hours.
I thought I'd write a poem or freestyle but, I have the nerve to be feeling some kind of sleep setting in. *WTH* So here's a poem I wrote a little over a year ago...enjoy.
more than
i love you more than
the stretch of my arms
or the capacity of a human heart
or even...
the span of an angel's wings
i love you more than
my mind's scope
or my soul's hope
more than the furthest reach
of the longest rope
i love...
more than love can be defined
more than the infinite
space of time
more than a sky's height
or an Alaskan night
more than
and fiercer than
and greater than
a lioness' fight
and even then
its rougher than
but easier than
a kayo on fight night
that is
how...
i love you
the stretch of imagination
and a dream's escalation
the force and pull
of a planetary rotation
with showers of fire
and atmospheric changes
resulting in novas
and supernovas
of super loving explosions
*catching breath*
is a mere display of
how
much
i love you...
you...have...NO...clue
that i love you
more than the shells that hold us
and the experiences
and life
thats taken hold of us
more than the eons
that separate our past lives
more than
all the love stories ever scribed
more than
the heaving cries
of broken hearts
or
stuttering mouths
in awe of art
more than the echoing pains
of a child's birth
more than
the heat contained
at the core of the earth
when i say,
i love you...
know that
its more than
even "I" know...
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