Keystone

If I asked you what you see in me
Would those rivers
Flow the same
A vessel for to hold the sea
Or a levee for to claim

Would you see walls you can absolve
A tree with no leaves
A riddle
No man could ever solve
Or a truth you can believe

Tell me true, what you can see
When your sky
Is not blue
A web interlacing what cannot be
Or one that ties my heart to you

Would you tell me you celebrate the jewel
You've found
For a kingdom of your own
Kept as a keystone
To create a harmonious sound
You cannot compose on your own

Reviews

[Clay Feet]

Neva,

You find me late at night when the concerns of the day have become added to my reflecting pool. My sky is not blue.

If I were a romantic sort with powers to write poetically, I would tell you in flowery verse how beautiful this is. I would tell you that it brings tears to my eyes because it seems as though it was written specifically for me.

At various places I want to interject with a "Yes" or "No" it moves me so.

How I wish I could write like this.

[Joiedevivre]

I love the rhythm and flow you bestow on all your writings. This is a very precious one indeed.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Stunningly beautiful! I love the imagery of this and the questioning.. great job!

[Pollyanna]

Pain, heartache and even a touch of anger . . . wonderful!

[.........................]

To create a harmonious sound, you cannot compose on your own. Wow. If that doesn't describe the need for companionship, I don't know what does. Powerful write. Thoroughly enjoyed.

[Liza]

a heartfelt request to align adoration and dedication; will the lover expose their silence or trigger more wonder just to continue receiving the loving attention...a possible parting of ways....

[Samuel Dickens]

I can't help but to try and understand things, and the element that appeals to me here is the mysterious nature of women in general. As hard as I've tried, I can never figure them out. As usual, you accompany your writing with some stunning artwork.

[Arthur Henn]

Neva - I read this twice - Looking at the photo each tine -A Masterpiece of expression as if you could read here mind as she looks out to her sea.


She waits for his return - One more time...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The ones that loves us seem to see things even we don't within... I love the last verse... oh how a loved one can make us feel complete.

[Ladysue]

love those last sentences especially...beautifully done..