A Hand Outstretched

Burning as the fallen grass

my eyes to find the mirrored flask,

so fallen from our nature's past

I find it, long and sweet;

how bitter it must really taste to me.

and as pledged on ancient shores,

your gaze transcends

into the transparent hour

where both the mind and body rest

in a ripple of dreamless sleep;

harrowing, by my side, and

concave as the everlasting vow

now coddled 'neath your pillow sheets;

where once, it did,

in mine.

Reviews

[Sam]

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing.

[Saddam]

I find it, long and sweet;
how bitter it must really taste to me.

Brillient write.... Love to read it....