Landscape

To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck
Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress
Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck
In the richest warmth of your undress

You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night
Until I no longer know the season or present year
Time is of no essence within my sight
Of warmth or cold, I have no fear

To one who's name is written on every single line of my heart
In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun
Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart
Marked on a calendar of none

The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light
When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers
Each one you tend with your hand's sight
Forgets these cares of ours

To one who's name is written in my eyes as my master gardener
My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun
My landscape will be your garden harbor
From your breezes, I will never run

Author's Note

Image by artist Laurie Blank

A reading of this can be heard here :

Reviews

[Ruth]

Neva, you have a way with sensualness that is awe inspiring love! This is truly epic! No faults, no tide I could not swim to read this! That is how beautiful your work is to me love!
The person who has bestowed such emotion would only dream of reading such sentiment back!
Not only is there immersion in that here but the metaphor used for it is simply divine!
xx

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Neva this is another masterful masterpiece. Such great imagery, and so extremely emotive. I could actualy feel as though I was part of the duo. Bravo Bravo

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This is just so lovely;
I really loved the picture
it went so well with your lovely words.
So very nicely written.

[WynterPhoenix]

I love this. The last stanza reminds me of something my mother would write. This is absolutely beautiful, Neva.

[Veronica Chandler]

Neva, your work here is unspeakably beautiful, and I am indeed speechless. The multimedia approach is exquisite and adds depth and dimension which truly cannot be measured by me. You capture sunlight and warmth as though it belongs to you. The line, "To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress...", started me weeping in joy at the depth of this piece as I read the words. To hear your voice speak these beautifully crafted words into the ethers after having read them, felt inexplicably familiar and warm. Your work keeps me captive and I am forever a fan!

[Dream Weaver]

Oh do I love the sensual imagery here Neva,
so fluid and beautiful...Well done :-)xo

[Alicia Hirshey]

I love how your pictures always tie in perfectly with your poems.

[unknown]

Quite a landscape you got there, it will always remember his name, lovely poem :)

[Samuel Dickens]

As I've come to expect, this one is slightly abstract, dreamily sensuous and romantic. Very nice, Neva.

[harley]

neva as always this poem was truly moving and inspriring. it is an amazing rhythm of word play. no fault and make no changes. this was truly amazing. as always i loved it

[Solidad]

Dearest Neva,
You've out done yourself with this one. This piece flirts with the reader but its modest at the same time.

"To one who's name is written in my eyes as my master gardener"

I love that line mainly because it shows in such few words a relationship that even time would lie down and be still for.