The Balancing Act

pour it out on the blank space let the hurt , the pain  unmask the happy face gather courage lurking in the corner let the darkest, deepest fear take strong shapes sooner into words that sear reach out and open up let deep feelings  drench  from the wells pent  up cascading into an avalanche Pour it out on the blank space let the words, the sorrow unmask the happy face....

Many moons ago Whether spring or snow Eyes waxed eloquent Lips remained silent Breaths tangled Fell and climbed Throes of emotions Hearts connotations Hands held softly Yet gripped so firmly Scared of loss Of unwritten laws. Longed lovely moonlit nights Gazing at lantern kites Sneaked in poems in solitude sleepless   nights counting stars multitude.. time slips in stories galore twining hearts becomes folklore like embers of coal like heart without   soul like a lone, barren afternoon like a waning crescent moon ..............