A faint voice combs my hair with a sea of joy for my taking............
We will rest by the stream in the pages of my letters to you Worshiping footsteps that fall where no one sees Waking in the tall grass where promises lie half asleep Calming in their desire to keep our restful peace
Nothing compares to remembering our kisses, all lit aflame Never lost to the sight of this woman in my mirror Invading as a dancing ghost who has stolen truth’s candy To eat when your presence I still find much dearer
A faint voice combs my hair with a sea of joy for my taking With no rules to govern our destiny or our fate Brimming with gems dyed in the sunlight of elements Seen as crystals leaving stars in their wake
The laws of the moon we can hold in a bowl full of love Waltzing as young lovers with hearts agleam Under a hand-written sign of words that steal away Any idea of what gravity holds and means
There was never one soul that could float on air alone After passing the doors to gaze upon love Without feeling cold when outside of the embrace Of what has been written in the stars above
We will rest by the stream in the pages of my letters to you Let the earth witness what only our two hearts see To wake in the tall grass where promises lie half asleep Becoming the diamonds we were meant to be
This made me think of young love, puppy love and while we are young, not understanding what a wonderful experience we are given. That raw emotion, the empowerment it gives us, is wasted in most cases as they usually end in sadness. To look back they were truly moments of diamonds.
This poem made my heart flutter. I love the romantic touch you place into your work. It couldnt be more passionate and loving...yet written with such class.
I feel that you always capture the essence of love without watering it down with any of the carnal distractions that bastardize the true meaning. You write with a spiritual mind.
I love your titles! mushy no - this is wonderfully written! you are a true poet - and you write with an effortless feel - it all just flows and unravels before our eyes - descriptions as always so spot on - "there was never one soul that could float on air alone" - woo! nice!
This made me think of young love, puppy love and while we are young, not understanding what a wonderful experience we are given. That raw emotion, the empowerment it gives us, is wasted in most cases as they usually end in sadness. To look back they were truly moments of diamonds.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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