Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

I know the name of the one I see in the mirror and that she is called by an ancient feeling staring into infinity as she pleases.

When you close your eyes do you know what is dawning as a torchlight on the silver glass of your soul?

I drew an outline of burning fire around the flower of miracles growing in between a love that knows no rest.

Pleasure floods through me like moonlight admires its own face over the sea.

There were days I fell into a whirlwind where sunlight glittered then escaped....

I feel my pulse expanding and I grow weak as my skin glows soft like poems that have kissed the roses around my thorns,

I lend them my fingertips to search for the sunlight of my feelings until I hear the words that rhyme with we..........

You are a spirit, one could say...........

When you look at me, can you hear thunder when I talk with eyes that watch you taste a million waves of truth whispering what I want? Does ..

Does my voice look at itself in the mirror and see eyes lost in a desert where butterflies welcome one drop of rain........