Stranger In The Sun.

You were so strange to me

In your purest form of beauty

A delicate fathom of light

So foreign against the night

I was lost in your shine

Unsteady hands for someone to guide

Did I hurt you, make you bleed inside?

Such shame to my life

It grows under a false sun of constallations

A broken record of songs by fixations

You looked so fragile in naked bliss

But who is it you really miss?

Speaking like a king of humility

You blind me in your puresst form of beauty

A delicate fathom of light

You have graced me to be called mine

Author's Note

07.05.2014

Reviews

[Gee]

JOB,sorry not a lot of use when typing

[Poe Met Emily]

Thank you :) and no worries on the misspelling of "job"

[Gee]

Beautiful easy flowing poem.Good jod

[Heart Attack]

It's so beautiful! I am totally there!

[Poe Met Emily]

Thank you :)

[EdmundLinton]

Very pretty. Who is "you"?

[Poe Met Emily]

I like to think of the "You" as someone I love (:

[EdmundLinton]

Very nice. Great poem. I love the way you picked up the pace in the third stanza - as love often does.