Satyr’s Sacrifice

Today I saw you…

Really saw you…

At your best…in all your glory.

I imagine…the way he sees you…

Olive skin radiant, long curled mocha tresses bouncing and blowing perfectly in the wind.

Round jubilant espresso orbs filled with love to the point of overflowing…

My heart aches for you a little…because I know…

And I wonder if you know…or when you might…

That it will never be enough.

©Dani Heart

4-2-2023

Winds of Discord

The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;

Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…

Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.

©Dani

Nov 15, 2021