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A Surge of Senses

September 21, 2018

We strung up lights and put stars in the sky,

and she held me as we danced

over rain-kissed earth.

I listened as the voices that calmed me most

sang our favorite lines in breathless whispers.

We ran into wet grass

with fingers intertwined,

and the sky’s contented tears ran with my own.

I dipped my hands

in a stream of puddles,

wondering if happiness like this

could be felt—

but I caught their voices calling for me,

and I knew that if not touched,

such happiness could indeed be heard.

 

I might have had too much coffee,

but few recall such things while

gripping the phone at half-past midnight.

Aside from our beating hearts,

the rest of the world lay still

in a night blacker than my empty mug.

I could have poured my heart out to him,

but the lights flipped on and it wasn’t relevant anymore.

He held my trembling words in shaking fingers

and tried to speak,

but hearts bled instead of words—

and I knew that if not heard,

such heartache could indeed be touched.

 

I stood at the edge of a dark sea of stars,

feeling no love in the cold wind at my cheeks.

The full city lights

screamed emptiness back at me,

refusing to restore

everything that was missing

and everything that was slipping through my fingers.

My eyes burned

and I felt blind to the city colors.

I drew with silver strokes

in the hopes of catching a glimpse,

but a lump haunted my throat

with every mark of moonlit crimson—

and I knew that if not seen,

such anger could indeed be tasted.

 

I stared down at quivering hands

and wrapped them tightly around hers.

I felt his squeeze mine,

holding together the scattered pieces.

My head found her shoulder,

resting an ear born hungry for promises

I could never believe.

Sword drawn, grip whitened;

these were wars and hearts I would not lose.

I wanted to feel that I was safe—

but as I watched my hands shake,

I knew that if not tasted,

such fear could indeed be seen.

 

If You are my rock,

I am the waves crashing around You—

rising,

falling,

a tempest with impulsive tempers.

You are my rock,

my constant, my touchstone.

I am constantly changing,

but never scattering the glow

of Your unshaken lighthouse.

You are the joy that can be heard,

the comfort that can be touched,

the grace that can be tasted,

the safety that can be seen.

And I know that if not always felt,

such love indeed belongs to me.

14 Comments

  1. Sierra Stevenson

    I love this ridiculously <3 The raw emotion building to a confident trust at the end is just beautiful.

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      Thank you so much, dearest friend <3

  2. Katherine Baker

    Simply gorgeous! The contrast of emotion was stunning, the repeated thought at the end of each line tied it all together, the power of the message drew me in. Thank you for blessing us with another poem of yours.

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      When I read this, I couldn’t stop smiling. Thank you for not only saying that you enjoyed it, but also /why/ you enjoyed it. 🙂

  3. Rachel Rogers

    Cindy, Cindy, Cindy… Your poetry is one of my favorite things. <3

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      *melts* <3

  4. Kate Lamb

    I love this so much. <3

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      Aww, thank you, dear Kate!

  5. Maya Wylie

    YAS. JUST YAS. It’s so vivid and raw and feely and I love it so much. <3

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      Maya reactions are the best. 😀 Thank you so much, love!

  6. R.J. Karas

    Love this so much, Cindy. Amazing job putting words to such powerful emotions in such a stunning way.

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      I’m so happy it touched you. Thank you for reading 🙂

  7. Mariposa Aristeo

    Oh, Cindy! One of the things that always gives me a surge of emotions is your poetry! Every line either makes me smile or cry, and the last word makes me anticipate your next poem.

    Reply
    • Cindy Green

      Aww! Thank you so much, my lovely friend. <3

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