beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
for it is there
among borrowed ears
the cadence of you,
of i
falls freely
beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands
those leaves, an artistic blend of hues
lent by the color of our words
birthed from our woes, our joys
now drip dropping in tiny doses
a repertoire of moments
gifts caressed from our swollen lips
beneath this our found sanctum
a secret place, a perfect hiding spot
where treasured scribing
and whispers in the wind
hold a love affair in soft reverie
infused within the veins of its hollow
beyond distances they traveled
weathered testaments of time
reaching for the sun
how they glow
how it flows
upwards
outwards
reflecting within
beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
Listen to me read Sanctum
Sanctum is a truly beautiful verse. Every single word and breath is a treasure, as is the accompanying art. Love the refrain of “my lungs come back to me” and it is the perfect end to a perfect verse, My Lioness. The line…
“beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands”
… creates such a strong image in the mind. Exquisite. Truly.
The lower case “i” caught my eye. Very nicely written
Thank you for reading and for those kind words Jeff! I consider myself extremely informal so i find using lowercase when upper case is the expected and proper way, becomes an extension of that 🙂
The lower case, anything to do with the “ Beauty Series”
the Beauty series?
The Beauty Series is this little 3 book thing Anne Rice did a few years back, has nothing to with vampires and everything to do about a sensitive subject.
Ah I’d not heard of them. What’s the significance with lower case?