Enamouring Fire

Mystic plain-speak

To kiss the beloved with the same
kiss the beloved kisses me
and within that kiss live in eternity --

The Soul speaks in silences
only a willing Heart can hear,
an ancient ache of longing,
this heart, a compass, taking me where,
Love is the goal, I'll meet you there ...

The voice which talks cannot have your heart
nor can you hear that uncommonest of tongues
-- as the language of the Soul is silence --
yet you shall know when you're unspoken
you shall feel it divine
Peace is that wordless cry --

Reviews

[Gandré]

your poetry is something like a healing.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

You are an amazing wordsmith, every read you share with me gives me chills its so good.


Great Write,
Rayne