Oval Pearl Of The Heart

Art by Norman E. Masters

I Hear The Honey In You

I hear the honey in you speaking through the honeycomb of your soul. My spirit ears are flowers attuned to the taste of love. When your poems blossom like sky petals we all go crazy for that scent. I can hear the ice melting in your wine and feel love's lips drinking that pure drop that falls between the fire and the sea. We are all writing our sacred testament in the language that only a drowned heart has become. Saying ourselves in the manner of small blossoms that contain the ocean. I can hear love breaking open in your heart-bud as a butterfly too bright to be seen by the world. I can see the way it opens thought wings and makes a time-place for them to spread being this flight of you through us. We are all hanging like moonbeams upon your breath waiting for you to show us where the sea goes. We are all willing you to blossom in our beings so that we can flower also.


Eric Ashford


All text on this page is Copyright July 15, 2003 by Eric J. Ashford.


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