Even if I go away my lips will smile with blinded eyes..............
Chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you So how can they still sing to me until I cannot forget? That the grip of time will never end And even if I go away my lips will smile With blinded eyes
A shell of seclusion asks at last if I miss those possibilities Of your constant sifting through my soul and mind Until hope is no longer a dream And your flames breathe upon the petals Chained in ecstasy
The gifts I wish away are still mine to have and know Held by a single hand with no magical wand Yet I seem to view the dawn As a strange rain that brings me gloom Chained to here and gone
If chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you What is this voice I carry inside my heart to remain? When all it seems merely waits for me To release my tears and sweetly smile again Blinded to the chains
"A shell of seclusion asks at last if I miss those possibilities
Of your constant sifting through my soul and mind
Until hope is no longer a dream
And your flames breathe upon the petals
Chained in ecstasy "
I quote various parts of your work because these are my favorites. I think there is a reality hidden within your words. One that I can sit as a bystander and watch the cogs move with grace. I'm a big fan of your writing and not because of your extensive vocabulary that is woven together like that of a songbird (that goes without saying.) but because you cater very well to your audience. I look forward to more RRs from you. J'adore.
I agree this is beyond words...but not beyond feeling...this is amazing....'If chains quiver under the tongue of flames then lie dead to you' what an incredible line...and poem...awesome...
I bow to you Neva..this is beyond words. I love it.. The "constant sifting through my soul" and "blinded to the chains"... sometimes the chains are out weighed by the memory.. :) x
This poem lacks nothing and has instantly wedged inside my heart, I think I'm going to need a bigger one to fit all of your poems inside. These words are truly crying, Neva, but not just for you . . . For all your readers.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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