His Laughter

Hearing his laughter is like an avalanche of joy crashing into my soul
Boulders of despair crumble into the great wide unknown
And for a moment, if I dare, I call this broken rumble home
Wide open spaces on our faces made for places where sadness can atone

His laughter is like God ringing the dinner bell
Depression lifted like a veil
A voice from heaven reaching me in hell
The very reason for happiness as far as I can tell

© Delia Ross. 2019

Hearing him laugh is a great anti-depressant. His happiness is my throne. I’d climb the highest mountain to hear it, if only but for a moment. Is there anyone you love to hear laugh? I freestyle wrote this at 3 am while the world was sleeping cuz I heard a thing with him laugh & like poem erupted so. I love to hear him laugh if that was somehow unclear. 😄


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Memories of Heaven

Moments to cherish
Fractions of seconds
Blinks in a lifetime
Starry soul treasure
Residing forever
These moments together
As light as a feather
Your beautiful weather
You bring many pleasure
An endless presence
A holy reference
Made from the divine
And to joy a lifeline
To everyone the sunrise
To me the skyline
And inside every rhyme
Where love will never perish

© Delia Ross. 2019

Today Is My Birthday!

He looks at me and I exist
I form curves
The air in my lungs thicker
Wings for floating
Thoughts are clearer
I see beauty
I feel as a cloud
Ethereal and living
Pain is forgiven
Depression isn’t winning
Reasons for breathing
I breathe in divinity
I taste love

Chats & hugs from my King Gavin Rossdale (from Bush) on my birthday THANK YOU UNI
Blurry and I care nots!

Kintsugi for the Soul

There’s always been something about you,
that when I look at you,
my soul just glitters;
Gold energy that seals my wounds
and puts me on display,
at shops in LA
Kintsugi for the soul
A broken soul with golden tear trails
It must look like a lightning bug
on a warm Summer’s day
Every now and then
you’ll catch a glimpse of my soul lighting up
much like when you smile at me
and I blossom like a butter cup
In those moments, life exist
I am not dead just yet

© Delia Ross. 2019