Does Love Fly On Wings Of Imagery?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love splashes dewy rays

with scents of him,

and peace dances in streams

of wandering images.

The sky cries a tear of longing

that fills her soul with his

presence.

 

Does love fly on wings

Of imagery?

She wishes to know love,

and to embrace it

like the soft sway of the trees.

The sun blazes the sky

causing her lips to feel

kisses from afar.

Warmth blankets her,

and fresh sultry heat

tickles her flesh

as flowers wave in agreement.

 

Dreams float across the morning buds

causing whispers to breathe

into her ear.

His touch so gentle

wakes the yearning in her heart,

Yet there's no one around

but the clouds above

silhouetting his face.

She feels the weakness down deep

as love piles up around her

like the green earth below.

 

Does love fly on wings of imagery?

She waits,

afriad that somehow love

has passed her,

and landed in someone elses

heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Ruth]

So tenderly do these words flow that it leaves the reader quite saddened for it to end! Beautiful xoxo

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

this is so sweet and gentle!

the picture is nice as well

[Thea]

There's such unique beauty in this piece...A magnificent poem...
:)))

[Wolf's Dark Song]

The beauty of what love can be...really nice job on this romantic write.

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

A most incredible and beautiful piece of poetry!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Beautifully written, clever piece. Nicely done.

[Star Wolf]

This is very beautiful and poetic. I think you did an awesome job on this poem!

[Raven Starhawk]

It has a majesty quality that I may have issued to your brand of poetry before but it is purely a delight to read the words your pen.

[Warren L.G De Mills]

Indeed love floats on the blankets of imagery, well for those tuned in to notice it. Great imagery by the way.
One correction "The sun ablazes the sky" should read "The sun blazes the sky" Though I wonder if you did that deliberately.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The loneliness really flows from the poem... when we don't have love it is natural to question if we will again... the way you described it was creatively heartfelt.