Subliminal eyes.

Subliminal eyes.

A Poem by Keith.

Help me to climb up the staircase to see you once more
Just a glimpse of your face through your half open door,
Just a glance from your ageless subliminal eyes
Before the last vestige of evening dies,
And then let me reach out to where fingertips touch
For I’ve never felt need of your presence so much,
Let me hide in your whispers and bathe in your Prayers
When I blow out the light at the top of the stairs.


Help me dance through your music and drink from your wine
Help me savour the sense of a spirit divine,
There is only omnipotence if you believe
In the gifts that you bring, and the gifts that you leave,
Make me safe and secure at the end of each day
In you same old redeeming and comforting way,
Let the light in your window glow endlessly out
To those spirits so blind on the path of self doubt.


Give me wings for a morning soft wandering flight
Let me flutter through shadows that blend with the light,
Take my heart and my spirit on mystery ships
Over oceans of sunset red liquefied lips
That kiss dawn on the rise with their roseate glow
As its infinitesimal winds start to blow,
Let me rise with the day and walk down the staircase
Let me look up once more, at the peace in your face..

© 2014 Keith.


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Wow Now this is Truly Beautifully written a masterpiece.


This is my Favorite so breathtaking thank you for this
wonderful piece of art and thank you for your lovely review and
comments.


I love these stanza's lines but seems I have fallen in love with every line.



Help me to climb up the staircase to see you once more
Just a glimpse of your face through your half open door,
Just a glance from your ageless subliminal eyes
Before the last vestige of evening dies,
And then let me reach out to where fingertips touch
For I’ve never felt need of your presence so much,
Let me hide in your whispers and bathe in your Prayers
When I blow out the light at the top of the stairs.


So Tangible and Sweet as the Lips of the Savior
Silently Speaks to or hearts.

I feel a poem coming on :) very inspiring.

Blessings. kindred poet

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Keith.
Keith.

Ashington, Northumberland, United Kingdom



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A Poem by Keith.