Falling Home

The black days have vanished, my mysterious past,

and perfumed waters are circling at my feet.

Overcome with ecstasy when I saw you last,

I awoke from a deep sleep, enraptured, complete.

I clambered from the void of never knowing you,

falling home into the myth of sun and spirit,

wore a golden veil over eyes of violet-blue,

bid my heart to sing a song so you would hear it.

When at last you left on a whisper and a wave

and stretched your echo in a ripple of the sound,

I fluttered feathered wing perchance my soul to save

and cast my shadow over velvet vines and ground.

I spun a silver stem and flickered it with moon

and wove a web of watered words for you to see.

I painted passion’s plume with platinum premune,

an endless skein of starlight shine and alchemy.

When words are wingless, worn, and withering away

and lamps are sundered in a house of dull delight,

I will kiss you when I miss you, promise to pray

until the warmth in me suffuses me with light.

Beauteous to be, I will blaze across the sky,

spill silken hair across the shoulder of the sea,

tantalize with tongue, bewitch with diamond eye,

until flesh becomes unfettered, infinite, free.

Everything and all is falling into you,

into a million moons that glimmer in the gloam,

into ocean eyes that shimmer violet-blue,

and wings of words that long to fall, falling home.

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Lone Grey Wolf]

This is my favorite. Bravo!

[Usman Muhammad]

Speechless, one of my favorite poem. Please keep writing .
until flesh becomes unfettered, infinite, free.
too deep, amazing and beautiful
You have got everything in your poetry,
i am glad that i read this poem, as i will never forget it.

[Donald Meikle]

WOW

glimmering in the gloam

[wordman]

a beautiful write,and you painted many outstanding images,loved the music

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Long time, no see. Thanks for stopping by and for whispering in my ear.

[wordman]

it was my pleasure ! not on much

[Robert Parlange]

Wonderful poem. You do have a gift for imagery. I especially like the fifth stanza: the words sing. Very elegant.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Robert.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very romantic write...in every way the speaker is falling into her lover---and feeling totally safe in doing so...he will catch her...he appreciates her beauty inside and out.

j.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I always appreciate your thoughts. Thank you, Jacob.