Happy place. Comfort space. Gentle embrace. Illuminant face.
Unnamed, unproclaimed authenticity of feelings brand the soul
With amber copper-red rays that pluck the heart like a bass string.
Autumn leaves strewn at my feet are ending beginnings that mulch
Sprouting metaphors of renewed purpose and worth.
Time is golden thread weaving through requited affirmation that teems
With a sense of belonging.
Eyes glistening with intensity of power that reigns me into safety of your gaze.
Heartbeat that speaks in soothing, calming Morse to my soul and being.
Happy place. Comfort space. Gentle embrace. Illuminant face. Kiss me in true grace.
Frank Malaba ©2016
