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

[Lily Mae]

Oh Neva...so beautiful.. You had me at "To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck." :)) Lovely and romantic..xx

[Aidz]

Neva the opening line blew me away the vision it conjured formed perfectly as if I could have been the one forming that name

And the rest of the poem...meh....joke

Brill once again

[Helen]

'To one who's name is written...'

thy name is whispered inside a heart that is truly not afraid

Neva.... oh Neva, there will not ever be enough words to fully explain why these words should not be immortalized forever!

You amaze me!