Familiar..A Poem by Isola
so very are we
and I pray that never I look past the balmy waters of your gaze settling in me smoothing ripples where mud was stirred or the glyphs that write themselves across your brow welling up from your Ancient of Days soul unraveling mysteries in exalted colors devotions from your secret church each majestic flourish opening a door that somehow before I did not see because we know each other and the brush of your hand paints a memory in me Is there a distinction between them yours and mine the sinews that thread the blood that binds us pulsing a palette of eternity in every throb assuring our eyes shall not grow blind knitting ease into dullness and the colors no longer shine © 2023 Isola |
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Added on July 11, 2023 Last Updated on July 11, 2023 |