Transfiguration: The Witness

Oh won't you come on over
Write on leaflets--gather
Every letter breathes
In summer scented showers
Counting raindrops
As silence breaks the pitter-patter
When you're here

Wrapped round each curve
So softly, sweet
to bare the flesh that writhes beneath
Consume the need
I'll ensure you; 'you're more than a chewy center'

It's your autumn auburn velvet air waves
irises find music note shaped clavicles
like those you sing in meadows
chasing wind with your angel feathers
upon your head in golden halos
shining hearts into your temple
hookshot to the timeless kingdom
cure the rage of a bitter shadow
light the way to unite all wisdom
our spirits glow when we call to them...

Feeling to know the definitive real

I hope you can see, for what ever the reason,
I'm not lost or afraid or possessed or a saint;
I'm just a voice
If prophecies are real then we'll never know
who we're meant to be, or not to be
That was the question;
Rhetoric for Choice

These are the words I've missed feeling
rather than hearing

The feeling you live when your love can forgive
Your own sad endings
Into new beginnings
that never leave
only change
forever,
freely

Author's Note

I cant explain everything or every line or word, but Ive never needed to. Answers are worth looking for yourself, otherwise we would never begin

Reviews

[Emily]

Awesome first stanza!
Keep it up!

[Einstein Noodle]

really like this: "...music note shaped clavicles" what a fine imagination and to have wings of notes .. beautiful sir! i'm not left with questions ... its an inner journey with lofty aspirations for us all .. the gentleness of your poem is overriding and leaves me with a fine sense of ... well .. all is well! :)
E.