Words Have Eyes That Sing

Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination
Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart
Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination

Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these
Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession
Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen
To become lovely music giving light to your obsession

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass  
And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins
Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain

I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion
My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown
You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground

Author's Note

Artist Roger Suraud - http://bestbookmarks.net/art/roger-suraud-paintings-part-2

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

Wow I live with a person, who I know is living this piece right here... Every word every line.

I can understand being obsessed with your art. If that level of passion is not there then is it really worth it?

Opening your heart and mind each day and putting your feeling and thoughts into things... into words... this is what makes you wake up in the morning it's what drives you... I completely understand your ending.... to write until you die :) well said beginning to end.

[Not Available]

Yes, I can relate to this wonderful piece of poetry artwork. It speaks truth and I've felt this way so many times...even right now :)

Sometimes when life seems to be so stressful, I grab my favorite pen and let all of my emotion spill with ink onto the canvas of blank pages. Its a poetic freedom, away from troubles and things that come to disturb the mind. And I totally agree with you on the last line "Still I write until I become dust in the ground" Poetry soothes the soul just like the harmonious sound of music soothes the savage beast~ A very heartfelt poem. I'm shelving it.

[masqued_muse]

Oh, yah, baby, do I ever understand?! I live this....Neva...it describes to the utmost how I feel about writing, not only that, I play piano as well....it just encapsulates every passion, every addiction one has for anything!! splendidly divine...