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Life can be a bitter brew, but not as bold and strong as you.

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Kaleidoscopic

A little color for you guys this Monday morning!

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Remember Love

Remember Love

Loving You

Loving You

Theme Week: Heroes – 2

Lighthouse

He saw her in calm waters,
Sailing peaceful on the sea.
He marveled at the beauty
In the way her heart was free.
She sang into the breeze, and
Pulled with fervor at her sail,
She smiled into sunlight
And left laughter in her trail.
He saw her when the storm came,
And the waves threw her about,
She tried to steer to safety,
But could not find her way out.
The wind rushed, loud and heavy,
And the rain came crashing down,
She sailed on, stern and driven,
But he feared that she would drown.
He loved her in the darkness,
As he’d loved her in the light,
And burned to watch her struggle
All alone within the night.
And so he drove his heart down
Into truth, like stakes in stone,
And lit himself with strength, so
She could always see it shown.
He would not see her anchored
By the tempest, so he swore
That he would be her lighthouse
Standing steady on the shore.

– s. Clark

Something Precious

He touched her
Like a priceless piece of art,
Like stained glass,
Like spun silver.
His hands cupped her face
Like the last draught of water
Beneath a scorching sun.
His fingers brushed her skin
Like the fire’s glow
Within a winter’s night.
Like she was light in the abyss,
Air above the water,
The pulse beneath his skin.
He touched her
Like she was something precious.
And for that, she loved him.

– s. Clark

The Woman Who Won You

The woman who won you,
how did she attain such a feat?
What distance must be run,
at what tremendous gait,
to gain such gold?
What quest did she fulfill
to win the sweetness of your smile?
What danger did she brave
to earn the hunger in your eyes?
What long, arduous odyssey
would I take to know your story?
What mountain would I climb
for the high of your touch?
What fearsome foe to vanquish
that would conquer such a heart?
What is her careful craft?
How do I match her might?
No, I am mere mortal.
And she must somehow be
a goddess in her own right,
the woman who won you.

– s. Clark

Whiskey in a Teacup

Her fragile beauty drew him in,
And not a piece of him was spared
For she was whiskey in a teacup,
And his heart was unprepared.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Valentine – 3

They Are Beautiful

They are beautiful.
the way he looks at her,
like he can’t believe she sits there,
real, and raw, and regal before him.
He grips her hand like a lifeline,
and she traces her fingers down his arm
like a map back to shore.
They keep inching toward each other,
entangling further and further across the table,
hearts barely held apart by separate bodies.
He is her world,
and she is the universe through which he spins,
madly, wildly, flying,
but tethered in orbit
by the assurance of her hold.
They exist in their own space,
rolling through the void,
infinitesimal as dust, immense as galaxies,
and they are beautiful.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Valentine – 2

Missing Piece

She was beautiful.
The way her hair twisted
and fell across rose-stained cheeks,
like soft, dark smoke, curling
over a pale, spring morning.
Her lips were pink and parted
in an invitation.
The way she hid her eyes halfway
beneath blushful, batting lashes
and sang her words like a lullaby.
She moved like the wind,
alternatingly cool and coy.
And he thought, as he watched her,
as we all hope to, in our time,
that this was perhaps the missing piece
of him, come home at last to rest.

– s. Clark

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