If there is no future in our palms

My stream of hope runs to you

You can provide them hosipatility of your heart

My paramount escalations, inside your fondle

Enamored by the outpouring of life in you!

With the clouds of my tenderness

let me deluge my authanticity over you

a shower of my pristine bluntness

feel the pleasant odor before it rains.

Touch the soft petals of my heart

so absorbing,drenched in dew

the precious gem of ethical mist

the spleandour of vivid pigmentation

But a thought lurks sometimes

if there is no future in our palms

why do we need to search for a mirror

to see the inevitability sneaking through.

Perhaps my passion makes me opaque

Frosty as my verses of love

Silent past deprives me of a friend

I am in haunted woods of solitude.

Author's Note

Please suggest other possible titles...

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Its an intriguing title I feel. nice piece altogether

[Tai Ryens]

Normally, I'd hate colored words; but in this case the color actually promotes mental thought. I quite like the imagery and dream-like state of this poem.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

wonderful imagery
excellent writing
well done

[Euro]

This is really great! I love this poem a lot! I can visualize it and I felt...IDK...fresh...after reading this.
For the title...maybe just pull out some part of the poem like, "Soft Petals of My Heart" or something like that. IDK, I usually do that with my poems.
Keep it up!
-Penelope H.

[AWickedMoon]

I love the imagery in the poem, as I was reading it I imagined a stream sunning in to fantasy purples and blues merging together and by the end an empty forest came in to view. I feel refreshed after reading this, a great piece!

[InsanityWriter]

I really liked this one. ^_^ The last stanza was my favorite. ;) Great job! (:

[Dayran]

The bards who wrote of Radha/Krishna weren't writing about a two people they knew. But we know of these bards as dear friends today. Seek them and you have you friend.

[I, Rene]

"If there is no future in our palms" all the suffering would be for naught, silence can be a such a sad bedfellow. wonderful words, I can relate, mirrors and reflections ,
rain and dew, go to words that seem to be circling like wild fire on this site as well as mountains, streams, dreams and silence, but you have used them so wonderfully in this write.

[Inda]

Opaque.
possible title; idk but its really nice and passionate!

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

This title is genius. Really odd choice of vocab in this one, curious.

I enjoyed this read.