in your eyes: the light the heat, in your eyes.
A thousand Churches...
in your eyes.
Very much intimidated really by the amount your words are so followed Sid-Beth who Pierce me so! The lance o light so persuasive in the oriented direction... Home.
An old poem to read its date and so tender still, to your heart. The shape so lovely, I stare before attempting the actual meaning. Only its title and the shape that remind? Ahhh, a form of you, there in an up turn in phrase I dare not read and denies this pleasure that approach... my anticipation. Then...
the tension,
comes
Light Becomes You
yes, yes. I see. Again comes that flicker. That flame.
Brightness of
our being
reflected so close, the shape, the form. That exquisite taste
in the gentle
knowing
passed
no in passing...
our gaze met
our beings
I see
hope,
peace,
tranquility
with the flickering
I see no demise
brings us together
our beings passed
The fullness of that wondrous form felt priorly
in the
knowing
Light Becomes You. In the form the form, the same beauty. In your eyes.
Beautifully structured, flow was perfect (even without puncuation) and word selection shows that even with a shorter versed piece, it can produce an impact.
Ha! Now this is this sort of poetry I adore, metaphysical and innocent. Light is a divine presence believed by Quakers to enlighten and guide the soul...so many loved light... even old Egyptian worshiped sun god Ra.. they knew: everything is light. I adored your soothing wonderful poem, love your innate ability to make me feel through your words, such a great poetess philosopher you are! love, lara. thx for taking time and reviewing my Intimacy - poem, much appreciated.
The lack of puncuation led me astray at first and I found myself wondering if I was reading it in the correct tone. A few rereads, however, and I was drawn in. Very good job, yet another for you, chap
MKLINE
Ironically I JUST NOW wrote a poem called Light Becomes Me and was going to put it here in the group...please please don't think I copied off of you!!!!!!!!
Lea
Enchanting! The piece sends out a blissful, light quality to it, fitting for the name. Tranquility and peace are truly present in this writing. Everything about it is airy, soothing, and calm. The peace ripples in a way, like a stream. Beautiful job. :)