"Float to me"

"Float to me"

A Poem by Jack...
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A vision calls...

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                              “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

Jack...
Thank you for reading

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This is an exquisite poem and metaphor. I can almost hear her in this one. What a beautiful soul you have.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Blue my friend, you always seem to find a way to make my day.
A most telling piece that relates well to the siding of ones life, well done, good read.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Thomas. I appreciate you stopping by.
Saved by and then drowning in the warmth of her love. That is definitely the way to go if you're gonna go ;)
Beautiful as always, Jack. Your words capture the soul, wrap a lasso around it, and tug each of us close to your heart through your craft.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

I was hoping you would like this. Actually it didn't start out to be this poem, when I began it was .. read more
Emerald Seas

11 Years Ago

Well of course I like it - you wrote it! I'm in a funky mood this morning. I'm glad this wasn't dark.. read more
Jack...

11 Years Ago

Smile Sera, we are always here for you...
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Yours is the first of a very long list of read requests to fulfill and I must say I am pleasantly pleased with my first selection. you have provided a deep insight into your personal feeling. I especially liked the image of you reaching for a tree branch out of the depths of water. It reminds me of Greek mythological story of Tantalus.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

George, I do appreciate you leaving such kind words.
I see why many call you a great romantic...your words illicit so many dreamlike images of beauty....I'm in awe. ;-)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thanks so very much. I am pleased you liked this
I think I just fainted and passed over into ecstasy. Sigh.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Jack...

11 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Frieda. This is the perfect way to spend a Friday night, reading your always .. read more
Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Sorry, I can't talk to you now, I'm still languishing in this poem.

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Added on May 3, 2013
Last Updated on May 4, 2013
Tags: love, water, desperation

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not 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..

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