"Float to me"A Poem by Jack...A vision calls...
“Float to me” Changing directions In a forestalled motion, balanced on the side of truth while practicing losing my step in the rushing waters of life… I slip Clinging to a lone branch I find it blocking the sky, pulling shadows from mist and teetering on the edge of someone’s sacred sanity My eyes, stern and fashioned of blinded occurrences that swallow the light of day and the masks of sympathetic stares, focus For in the distance, tapestries woven of heartbeats glisten on the ripples of a naked moon beam, motioning to me in pleasing movements a’ dance on its reflections Passionately in syncopated volumes she whispers, louder than the hope now swirling in the rising swells and broken slivers of drastic wastelands which sit vacant in my mind “Float to me”, I hear as the cool waters so elegantly gather about her perfect feet Her toes grip the rocky floor in such beauty that I fall helplessly, allowing nature’s crest to take me, singing me sweetly to this pristine dream Disbelief churns in fountains of doubt fed wishes and desires as I submerge in the beauty that is her Engulfed by white capped rapids beating faster…only my heart She, with silken fingers plucks me from the surf, her fragrance, lilac and magnolia, intoxicate me We stand, shades of the deep sky and starlight beacons illume her face As fireflies play in the trees and our lips meet, my pulse floods with fever Her desperate thoughts invade my elated mind and I agree Together we plunge to the depths of forever and I slowly drown in her love © 2013 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on May 3, 2013Last Updated on May 4, 2013 Tags: love, water, desperation AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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