Love Held

love held

Delivered in gesture

Kind words wrapped in poetic dance

The melt in your single glance

How your genuine smile brightens my way

Laughter and timelessness, the romanticism of our simple summer day

A soft touch when my heart called for nurture and care

Pressed memories of love between pages that never go away

Eyes that see magic, captured moments and all the precious details of life

An extended hand lifting me up the times I needed it the most

The judge of none, the ask of neither, the lover of one

A chosen soul that captured what is my purest form and honors it with continued dignity and grace

In my heart, forever

A love held for you in a special place

~Alisa Hutton

All I Own

hands

Floating through me freely

Deeply felt emotions greeted as objects of curiosity

My heart is the tithing I offer and the most valuable thing I own

Words run through my subconscious reminding me

Be mindful and loving

We are all walking each other home

I wonder what possibilities we design

When it comes to our heart is there ever a right or wrong

Perhaps tasting one another’s bitter and sweet proportions with open nature is truly what makes us whole

Softening our lines just a little, maybe our hearts have a chance to walk through unexplored doors

Floating through me freely I gently understood

Love is all I wish to grow

~Alisa Hutton

Perhaps

perhaps

How do you say goodbye to love, effectively let it go?

Perhaps you don’t

Perhaps you aren’t supposed to

Maybe that is why love is so special

Maybe once you have felt love it lives inside of you until the end of time

Could it be we aren’t supposed to fear love

Could it be we aren’t supposed to grieve love

In my simplistic heart and untethered mind

Love seems to be something special

I curiously wonder

What would happen

If when we found it

We just said I love you

If when we found it

We simply felt

Trusting that no matter what path the love takes

Love will always exist

Love will just be

Forever more

~Alisa Hutton

She Is

she-is

I am

Short in breath with trusting know

She is the duality of uncomfortable and knowing, merging as one

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the cold

Imperfect in its pane

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the moonlight

Perfect in its pane

She wraps me in all that I do and do not know

Tapping on my conscience, pull up a chair and have a seat

Serendipity is about to play

I cannot run fast, neither slow

She is the duality

Making my heart flow

~Alisa Hutton