I know of something acquainted with the nearest shadows...........
I know of something acquainted with the nearest shadows seeking to stand in my Eden. Seen as flames my footsteps have gone from this world I no longer taste their freedom.
The cold hard ground checks my validation, keeps me here every day. Beautiful places like that of my Eden make passion felt even more, losing the mask of my face, slip sliding away.
All the beautiful seals are removed from my bells. However, I still hear them ring. My feet once danced as unbound flames in my lovely Eden. Until shadows sprang from pages and began to sing.
Moments are erased revealing thoughts, opening the heart when the earth hangs on a day’s silence. Questions rise then crumble into the nearest shadow’s hands that fight my splendid Eden’s wildness.
Beautiful! You took me through Eden right alone with you.
All the beautiful seals are removed from my bells.
However I still hear them ring.
I hear bells ringing now, the imagery is wonderful.
This Poem is very beautiful,and in some ways reminds me of a songwriter who has had his or her first work recorded. I refer to the last two lines of the third Stanza.
"Until shadows sprang from pages
and began to sing
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