tmbt: Jupiter high and bright
I wrote a song for a fallen Jupiter. It was not for you. I wrote a hundred songs about things I could not have and hands I would never again hold. None of these were for you. I wrote a thousands paths of worry into so many floors rubbed clean with the saddest tears, and not a single of these steps or worries was for you.
Today, I wrote a song of sweet softness about nothing I want or lost for myself, but rather about a hundred blessings I wish on you, while I swayed across these wooden planks, your warm touch in my mind and a happy mist floating over my eyes.
Today, the most beautiful thing I saw was a reminder of the present as that shining bright planet high in the sky, going nowhere fast.
Photo by Pablo Arenas.
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Very beautiful.
I realize now that even when some troubled part of us claims to be the lover, the true lover in us is always there.
Thanks, and how beautiful, your words.
This is really incredible. I stumbled upon this website, looking for a photo, but I read this poem and I am extremely pressed. I wanted to cry. Thank you for making my day at 10:30 at night.
Thank you, Kelleen, so much. I love writing. And I’m happy you like it… hugs from here to there… H