In Indigo Imaginations

How she was threaded with magical cords... xo

How she was threaded with magical cords

woven with illuminating tapestries of light

even her tears were cleansed in liquid life

 

Each sigh within has become a sacred prayer

through the earth of her awakens a divine echo

life rising from the dust, forever transformed

 

May she come to the misted madness of me

until my skin is earth and my soul is sky

and every breath becomes a winded fury

 

Would that I could become the sun and every shadow

so that I would be endlessly caressing her soft skin

Touching her to know the burning of a thousand stars

 

For in the ripples of her reflection one can see eternity

so sweetly she came into the cold, aching pieces of me

and in her warm fragrance I forgot what winter was

 

There forever I wish to lie in her indigo imaginations

as she perceived the world in her endless colors

and everything came alive on her living canvas.

Reviews

[payalspeaks]

this piece is so strong and so real - simply beautiful

[Echoes of Eros]

I am so thankful you came to read. May your week be filled with beauty. xo

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are riveting to read. This is truly sublime!

[Echoes of Eros]

I so appreciate you reading, dear Kelly. Thank you! xo

[Writing Angel]

i wonder of your inspiration and your muse for this writing as it is breathtaking and beautiful...

[Echoes of Eros]

my muse is the sweetest fire.. I thank you for sharing your beautiful presence here. xo

[Writing Angel]

fire can be sweet and timid be careful of which fire she will use..

[Echoes of Eros]

True.. it can warm or it can burn. Thank you for your kindness. xo

[devon]

My God, this is beautiful. Honestly and truly, this is gorgeous writing. The imagery and the descriptions are to die for in your poem. Whoever this poem is about is a lucky woman. You can practically feel the admiration exuding from this piece. Every line hits you like a ton of bricks, but each stanza blows you away. One stanza in particular, "Would that I could become the sun and every shadow/so that I would be endlessly caressing her soft skin/Touching her to know the burning of a thousand stars," really made my head spin. Absolutely stunning use of language. GORGEOUS POEM.

[Echoes of Eros]

I so deeply appreciate your soul's uplifting words. This was a special confession from my muse, so your response validates the sweet flow of fire. Thank you so much. xo

[christopher1111]

Echoes of Eros, riveting poem, strong construction and flow, enjoyed the imagery................................... 'so sweetly she came into the cold, aching pieces of me'....fresh crisp articulation....yes I enjoyed this one....cheers

[Echoes of Eros]

I am so thankful you came by, my friend. Thankful you felt her light alive in the words. May your day be filled with endless inspirations. xo