Soundless

My secrets, I shall never tell. Look in my eyes, and you may find them...but hush, for they are ours to keep.

My heart beats amber

With a vase full of novas

Partake with me a glass of morning dew

Steamed with a root of licorice night,

 

Follow me.

 

If I were a creation of beauty

Would you gaze?

The steal butterflies grace my belly

On ice to crack the winter’s whip,

 

A mosaic heart beat

amongst cathedral pillars

Brass bells

And stained glass saints,

 

And what whispers do lovers and sinners paint?

All for not, above within the below

During the moment time ceased

If all that is seen be colorless,

 

What do you hear in silence?

 

Would you dare portray me

Use my blood to write music notes

Through pin prick from my eye

If only my tears were absinth?

Reviews

[johnnyqueer]

I adore this piece. The imagery was fantastic, along with the overall flow. The last stanza was by far my favorite. Wonderful poem!

[Brandon]

this had really great imagery not to steal the other persons review but it really does, the words flowed nicely and i really enjoyed reading this. This was a really nice poem.

[KAREN]

Your word choice is wonderful! And again the imagery brings the poem alive.