Poetry and Writings of Intimate Love by Ryan Ranney
Where Eternity Met Us
Not with idle hands
was this formed
that we would know
our tender love
How else could it be
that all prayers find their way
into one answer
spoken?
I feel the history
that cannot be felt in any other manner
Embers kiss the gate […]
Virtuous Woman
Virtuous Woman
I stand in the darkness of my own creation
wraith unbound
It is that my eyes were aflame
with all that I may consume
The cold, the heat, the island ye even death
that which uncomforts a man
are the […]
Undiscovered Country
In these our darkened days
where harlots play
with truth
I cannot help but imagine
our morning embrace
with grace upon us
When cold rains fill the sky
and clouds adrift along roads
there the […]
The Spark of Life
Did you see the fire
when it sparked
When ashes and burnt offerings
began to glow
another ember?
Did you see the corner
where destiny turned
with voices speaking softly
of what was to come?
[…]
Unforgettable
There is no touch of another
Nor sound of the voice
There is no life of another
Nor is there found a life at all
Until that which we dream is […]
True
Tried by tide and blood moon
Hunted by the wolf of darkness
A prize
Not taken by unforgetting.
What does it mean
To hold my own heart
As reverence to a truth?
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Quickening
I have been everywhere with you
At the formation of the earth itself
The rising of the mountains
The blossoming of the fields
The flowing of the beautiful sky.
We raised our […]
Morning Star
She is the Morning Star who gazes last upon the opening day of my awakening. When all others have faded and fallen to the light, she shines still evermore into me. […]