Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul

Last night hangs overhead

The birth of time is felt on my bare arms

I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

Still water has no name beyond my thoughts

All of my wishes are buried in rooms

Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon

Once howled at the silvery moon

All night I have watched what I cannot name

In a garden where soil conceals

What is suddenly blooming only half there

Surface loosens, breath revealed

The issue of days has now salted my fire

Marked its initials on my face

As tracks of tears I wept for blooms

No longer in this place

Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight

Sings the desire of my soul

Stirred watching what I cannot name

Inside of waves that fold

Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled  

Though weary and down trodden

Blooms return within the folded waves

I see what I’ve forgotten

Author's Note

Art by Phatpuppy - deviantart.com

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

I really loved the artwork above, It's so beautiful. For the briefest fraction of a second, I thought it was a REAL photograph. I really think it matches REALLY well with the poem, which is absolutely BREATHTAKING by the way. :3
Nothing less to expect from you, Neva. Pure delight. I enjoyed reading this.

[VelvetRosetta]

Ònce again, just beautiful, I would love to hear you do this in spoken word.

[brenda]

beautiful and beutiful picture too i have a friend that does her art work in deviant art!!:)

[Veronica Chandler]

Delightful piece, and a very moving, stirring, and lively poem. Especially like this,
"Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight
Sings the desire of my soul
Stirred watching what I cannot name
Inside of waves that fold"
Wonderful