July 27, 2012

You enter my colorless sightless eyes

and my dreary lands of dreams

And I hear you breathe inside of me

Our transparency is a perfect union.

 

Of dirty phantom objects that gleam

that scream for more light

We did not know how to hide from each other

You suffuse my evanescent being.

 

Taking your hidden little hands

Into the influence of our water's resistance

New and strong our heart-beats surge

Where time is found to be an illusion

Like the primal rushing gladness of the search for love.

 

Fresh and deep, those thoughts they carve throug me

For  pure delight of unison 

You enter my listening of blood, fire, perfume.

 

Green as antiquity, I hold you near

Trafficking in the foam of our lyrical insights

In the round and lovely equation of shared literary orbits.

 

You enter my mind signifying shadows

I no longer wish to keep sole, you kiss to bury

In the heart your communion, your abandonment.

 

Established as an ardent witness, I praise

You for coming near so easily

A pledge and follow divine duty, I could admire.

 

So I open my secrets, the little truths I could share

Its all in front of you

meek, bleak. they plead to be heard

They desire a heart and a ear.

Illusion is but only in my words.

Reviews

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

Nice one...Liked the way you portrayed things :)

[chaotic katie]

Lovely description and emotion. Amazing work!

[Renée]

It is like a whispering in the ear..Lovely work..

[Dayran]

A poem with a rhythm like flowing water that passes the shallows and goes into the deep and then is quiet. Nice.