Just because you cannot own the stars or sea
does not mean you retreat
refusing to bask in their radiance
and healing glory
~*~
Love is not jealously
locking something away
so that only your eyes
can watch it dance and play
~*~
Entitlement wrings your neck
steals contentment
convinces you that free-willed beings
should acquiesce to your requirements
~*~
True love is
always having open hands
a safe place for beauty to land
a launching pad for its wings to expand
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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