Imaginary's Figment

Imaginary’s Figment

My muse is my love

The he who transcends

above

Why should he not also be

The he who forever pleases me?

 

When day turned to night

And the wind died away

We danced under the stellar sky

and swayed to the rhythm of his breeze

 

Might it be only for a moment in time

A temporal glimpse

An infinite constellation climb

To feel his breath

Blending with mine

 

And so the story goes

And so my path is worn

At morning’s rise we part

and go our separate ways

 

But forget I will not

in my heart his echo lives

Turn another day to light

And I shall paint his lucid canvas

As he appeared to me

Sweetly…..

In the reverie of my slumbered dreams

 

Reviews

[Cardinal Robin]

That He who forever pleases thee
could not be born of torn, hence not worn
yet you have sought the sun, embraced him as your One
and now your careful step becomes a full on run
your day is won and now the rest is history,
not His story, but without a skip of verse,
the story that will evermore be writ
will be as Hers...exactly the way you dream it :)

Nice write, it's refreshing to see the beauty of your words peer through the necessity of cracks in your shell. Keep going, you are nearing the end of the tunnel.

[Ravenskald]

:)
sweet

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Once again you writing is so classy... you display such a beautifully sophisticated way of expressing yourself... love can transcend time and space as long as you hold them close in your heart.