Falling was subtle and sweet. <br />Like plum purple coloured leaves in the fall, <br />letting go when they least expect, <br />Sifting and soaring in the soft cool breeze. <br /> <br />I wonder; <br />When did I turn colour, <br />And fall into your eyes so deep, <br />You have claimed my dreams, <br />Like stars aver the everlasting darkness in the night. <br />No more am I just one in this savage garden. <br />You are the stem that holds me up <br />And the thorn that protects me like a rose. <br /> <br />Falling was the beginning and the end; <br />The beginning to my dreams <br />and the end to the nightmares. <br />I have become full of life <br />Bliss is my theme <br />Love has grasped for my heart, <br />and consumed it as a whole. <br />My mind is inspired <br />To the very ends of my ability <br />I am a bud that has begun to fully bloom. <br /> <br />Falling was… <br />a star, <br />a flower, <br />a realization <br />of all that is, and all that will become, <br />from two souls discovering each other, <br />and learning to be one.<br /><br />Sarah Martens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-3/
