The caveA Poem by J.A.BentleyWhere is love?It is said that love dwells in the heart of man that only a lady truly fitting can seize the light within, caressing with her hair his face in wind and finding his heart beneath the shifting sands she is the clear gaze in his stormy gale the whispers that cuts across all the noise to where the silence only goes to greet and say goodbye all in the same breath; A lighter kiss has not been felt than the passing of her shadow the fine silver of her gaze has told me of future love If I were to hide my heart and the love within across the desert and mines deep wrapped in gauze and locked inside my pyramid scheme to keep you out Then you were the winds of change that lured me, and pursued me across the ocean, always the wind in my sails and I thought I was running away you were still there, your spirit holding my heart still Love's desperate current still swirls and eddies in the pools of your eyes a rapid then calm upon the stormy lake you have poke your finger through my mirror of which I thought was perfectly reflective thinking about myself that I was who I made myself out to be. Your finger searching closer, ever so closer to my heart, to my center Fearful trepidation! Why all this fear, as it sets in like mortar I freeze upon all that I know is wrong with me and as a carcass cannot let go with my past. You offered me your future an offering that could even appease Hades' rage and Poseidon's storm I, withered with darkened brow battered and tired from own self-inflictions Presented myself as the best I could offer, a measly crumb. And said, are you sure? You still said yes. Here I write my thanks to you oh lovely one, I cannot help but notice that I have started to change to see myself as a man that can be and should be loved Restored into his rightful post that prior he vacated placantly I can only thank your persistance your lack of tact all your stormy emotions for you truly are the ocean in my world, you fill me and without you all life inside would vanish.
© 2015 J.A.BentleyAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2015 Last Updated on February 25, 2015 AuthorJ.A.BentleyMacon, GAAboutThere are things, places, events that mark my life and give me inspiration to write down poetry. Usually these instances last only a day or two after the inspiration, so if I can't be found I could ju.. more..Writing
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