Jordan. Poem by Taylor Guillot Soleil89

Running Waters descend on crumbled foundations.
Baptizing my mind with soothing light.

What cruel seasons were woven; construed leviathan contemplations.

Yet, beauty remained untouched; Ruah's stroke of the brush.

Beaten paths betrayed us, disguised as direction.

Yet destinies crossed...

Strangers unaware of fates's gift.


I'll find you by the swings,
hidden beneath the tree.
Where your laughter rang into the night,
completely bright and free.

Our tainted pain,
not spent in vain.
Morals spun like silken flames,
Silencing the lies of shame.

And here we are,
Beloved children embracing,
Cultivating,
What innocent love,
Still remains