Abandoned
“If the heart could speak…would it shed tears of mourning for the scarring of the soul? Dragging steal across bone, carving in “I’m not enough…”
Lindsey Hon Rubendall
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The wind rustling gently in the swaying palm trees
White sand sliding as she moves across the shore
She can hear the distant waves calling
Whispering her name, a beacon before
As the sun shimmers across the waters so blue
the pull in her heart is deep and true
The sea she sings a song only she can hear
Its sweet ringing like gold to her ear
While others feel lost under her vast, turbulent waves
it embraces her like a mother, cradling her babe to her chest
No matter how far the journey or how wide
she carries the song of the sea deep inside
A heart is never lost when it rings true,
a part of the soul that will always call back to you
That sound when you stand at the ocean.
The rush of the waves slapping on sand and rocks. A steady beat repeating, echoing, flowing and time seems to hold its breath and just stand still. It’s only you and the movement of the Earth. The incredible vastness of the universe expanding beyond your small being. Something so grand that we can only ever have a sense of, but no matter how hard we try, can never truly comprehend. But we feel it.
It’s a feeling, a voice that carries on the wind and the waves. Telling us we are part of something greater – if we but take a moment to listen.
“If the heart could speak…would it shed tears of mourning for the scarring of the soul? Dragging steal across bone, carving in “I’m not enough…”
“What flows into song cannot be unsung, the motion of the world long moved undone…” Within each note is a chain to something far beyond ourselves, calling us home.
“All that we are bound into flesh and bone” Love transcends all, an echo transversing the cosmos, intertwining two hearts, two fates for all of time.
Berlin Artist, Artist and Poet, American Artist, American Poet, Nature Artist, Poems of Love, Berlin Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Best Poetry, Musical Artist