So It Is

The storm she breaks

just to build back up

to where it all began.

Winter melts

so the sun can shine upon

your smile again

my old friend.

A page is ripped

just to be sewn

back together

with this sword

I call a pen.

Come fall beneath

the ink that bleeds

into the being of me.

As above

so it is

far below

in the meaning of those

that I have known.

Again the words

they start to flow

with the love

that slowly grows.

But first I must

bury the evil

in this old bag of bones

before the good

in you

brings me back home.

BeLove © 2017

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