So It Is

The storm she breaks
just to build back up
to where it all began.
Winter melts
so the sun can shine upon
your smile again
my old friend.
A page is ripped
just to be sewn
back together
with this sword
I call a pen.
Come fall beneath
the ink that bleeds
into the being of me.
As above
so it is
far below
in the meaning of those
that I have known.
Again the words
they start to flow
with the love
that slowly grows.
But first I must
bury the evil
in this old bag of bones
before the good
in you
brings me back home.
BeLove © 2017

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