it's you.

i would have never known
unless i saw
the light meet your face
that morning.

neither of us are early risers,
but i couldn't waste
a second.

above me,
at 6:40 in the morning,
a perfect blend of
blue, gray, and sincerity,
which was born
on the rising sun,
peered through an ivory curtain,
and landed on a gentle face.

infinity soaked gaze,
honey coated touch,

your color was
the crisp mountain air
through a rolled down
Jeep window.

your color was
a John Prine record
and local barbeque

your color was serene.
it was the light's reflection of
a summer enveloped
by two people
in love with
right now.

-Anna Blake

love comes disguised
- I play catch up
all over again.

i heard in the depth of my despair
a voice of love and come you here
I will cradle your heart
until your wings once more
unfold and we will sing
together and sail the sky
the sky, the sky, the sky... together

spent, a poet sleeps in silence
a poets silence
where a poet listens for new songs.

we pour our words on a piece of paper
words that were once whispers that floated through the wind.
too quiet for anyone to hear
too gentle for anyone to hold onto.
yet they were the cries of agony
from cuts and bruises left to scar our heavy souls

we pour our words on a piece of paper
in hope for our whispers to be heard.