With an eye for genuine wisdom,
I clutched your hand and lured you in.
Across an enchanted forest with impassable fog,
I made out your face and it was honest beauty.
You hymned my name through the soft coiled mist,
I replied with what I thought a memorable kiss.
Covered with impeccable virtue and confident style,
I rose to my feet and stared for a time.
With shivers and shocks from your mesmerising debris,
I fell into a dream where I strolled on the sea.
But still I searched for your dear vacant soul,
To uncover and save it was my only ambition.
You laughed and cried and never whispered goodbye,
It was a staggering day though full of passionate sighs.
Yet still in my mind I pondered the heavenly,
Your elegant figure succumbed to my imaginable finger.
I noticed you in a dream last night bordering confession,
Our eyes sealed with an everlasting obsession.
I had you then but now I cease to ask for reality,
Was it I you adored, or the company we implored?
This has an ancient, old-timey mystical n' mythical feel like it's been carved in rock by children on a remote mountain top....My favorite verse is the 4th, n' the mysterious image you paint of "my imaginable finger"....You rocked me like a lyric from Led Zeppelin IV. Your words ring like a guitar, n' "For You" hit me like the hammer of the gods. ㋡
Loved it, Loved it, Loved it, and did I mention that I loved it? :) When I read this I had a distinctive feeling of the Celtics, of Ireland. I loved the twist and turns of your words and I loved the maturity of your word choices. I don't know why but I adore this poem with a fierceness only saved for my grandma's puppy chow. This poem lures me in just as you lured in your "honest beauty." I have no other words to describe my fascination with this piece except for Awe-inspiring. Thanks for sharing!
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A nice poem...I like the way you weave in and out of the "dreamsphere". Your choice of words is extraordinary and as has been said earlier the poem seems straight out of some fairy tale. Well done...
This has an ancient, old-timey mystical n' mythical feel like it's been carved in rock by children on a remote mountain top....My favorite verse is the 4th, n' the mysterious image you paint of "my imaginable finger"....You rocked me like a lyric from Led Zeppelin IV. Your words ring like a guitar, n' "For You" hit me like the hammer of the gods. ㋡
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