A promise in a black silk dress does cartwheels in your mysterious world While you stare blinded by the light that plays within your desire You can choose what will come to be your comfort Or what will hold your soul’s own essence In its needful fire
When you are surrounded by the tokens of what you want to hold Can you just go on forever and never look at anything else Then find yourself fumbling for precious memories Of nights before a promise in a black dress Rearranged love’s wealth
Did you know a fire-breathing dragon lies resting within your soul Preparing slowly for a number of years to fill your skies With the glistening black silk of promises that lie Sweet words spinning fiery cartwheels Replacing you and I
Wow. I love the feeling I get from the imagery here. All the black silk and cartwheels. Kind of mysterious.
I can't quite put into words what this poem makes me think of, or my interpretation. I think I'll just sit here and ponder it a little more..:)
I had to share this one on my fan page (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Angela-Parisi-aka-Pollyanna/202484859785346#!/permalink.php?story_fbid=117964011619769&id=202484859785346).
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