Heaven is silent

the rush of poetry stemmed

love keeps moving along

in circular motions bending and breaking,

back turned to me

never taking a straight line

burning bridges with your touch

wrecking havoc on wretched heart

Love the reason miracles never die

even after you danced away with my heart

and took the sun, moon, and life with you

guess I wanted you more

no, there were no kisses shared

so much bottled up, sealed with an immortal hand

Turns out the tailor made you for me,

but the package made it home to somebody else

love has everything to do with it

flying where he will, as free-spirited as the wind