Yearning.

Close your eyes....

                    the high frequencies of thought- my somber interlude

                                    collapsing; my lungs like the trees

Limber, naked arms shiver under the weight of ice

                     Russian voices crack under the onslaught of a piercing storm

In my head I am all alone.

                                    You stand in the middle of a field of forget-me-nots

                                                   Ironic. I loved your December eyes.

Swathed like dusty butterflies, fine as the wing, tuned to my emotion

               Like the sonnet of a mournful violin's string.

No greater beauty matched...

                      the svelte curve of torso, smiling apathy

                                                     Pain mirrored in the eyes of a crystal lake,

The eyes of fiction, torn parchment that inked our love

Gray tears that fell from a broken twilight sky.

                       That was the dream of you, my love, and I. 

........ Whipped clouds shroud the disguise; the ruse

                                                                                                   A dream.

Rising and falling, the salty tide of our uncanny fate. 

                      Softly, love blossom like glory in the morning 

We'll forget we exist. In the morning, 

                                                                       open your eyes.....

Dawn bathed her face in buttery delight.

                        Fantasy escapes from the wake of a lash.

Reviews

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

the heaviness and lightness of your mind and heart
"love is a plague in a mismatched parade where the castaways look so deranged"
it flies as it floats it swims as it sinks...
it catches petals from the moon before opening its eyes
the sky winces against a backdrop of tears
as the weightlessness of thoughts imagine the density of the sun
I think if you keep finding words like these, you'll find your way Krystal

[Kenilo Kent]

Your choice of words are amazingly punchy... Love it!

[Muse]

Dawn bathed her face in buttery delight.

Fantasy escapes from the wake of a lash.


Oooooh so much substance in those two lines I just don't know where to begin. Your mind sounds like a dark....but fantastic place to be in. I'm so humbled to be in the presence of your thoughts. Beautiful, stunning work!

[Sethnicity]

That was epic... felt myself swimming through a deep abyss of night and frosty grass crushing beneath my feet only to reach a sunrise of spring like magnitude like you know you will survive longer than you expected... good write.
Favorite line: "The eyes of fiction, torn parchment that inked our love
Gray tears that fell from a broken twilight sky.
That was the dream of you, my love, and I.
........ Whipped clouds shroud the disguise; the ruse
A dream.
Rising and falling, the salty tide of our uncanny fate.
Softly, love blossom like glory in the morning
We'll forget we exist. In the morning, "

I know it's long but it's what made a full scene for me and where the transition lies..

[Alexandria Reece]

'Ironic. I loved your December eyes.
Swathed like dusty butterflies, fine as the wing, tuned to my emotion
Like the sonnet of a mournful violin's string.'

This whole interlude has literally left me dizzy. I am struggling to type.. it's had that strong of an effect on me. I'd blame dehydration, but I've been drinking water all day and I am certain your words were powerful enough to cause this physical response. This is painful, this is hope crushed out and reforged into the mosaic called dream. The ending is classically beautiful with an ever-so-strange twist. I see Homer's "child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn" here in your own light, it's epically chill-inspiring. [{going into favourites}]

[Tara]

I love this soft romantic moment of yearning. Love how you begin and how it ends..."from the wake of a lash." Like bookends holding the dream. and "The eyes of fiction line rocks too! :) Great writing.

[Kristallo]

Thank you, Tara! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

[An owl on the moon]

Could feel the coldness creeping inside me… the loneliness of being… the imagery come to life of what once was, now tinged by dust and distance… Melancholy and mournful, yet strikingly beautiful in the loving... the wanting... the remembering.. and even your introductory note sings of the depth of your poetic soul...

[Coyote Poetry]

"You stand in the middle of a field of forget-me-nots
Ironic. I loved your December eyes."
Thank you for the amazing poem. A journey into good emotion and into the arms of love. I like the use of nature to make your point. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[WhiteWillow]

My favorite piece I've read in quite a while. Simply beautiful.

[Eve]

oh man...that's just gorgeous...holy cow...now THAT'S how you write a romance!