Magic Eyes

I see these pictures of you,
fresh in my mind, of all the
times you've spent amongst
friends...
young and
unknowing of
our future.

You are
ancient and new,
glamorous like nymphs of
the sea and wood.
The hood over your eyes
still sheathing thoughts and
feelings you've yet to know...
in these pictures of you.

You look as if
a piece of
perfection
was shaken from the
cosmos,
and just like the
star-dust in our
bones, you've fallen
from the heavens and
into my heart
where you
belong.

I sing songs
now
in celebration of
your being you...
of perfections
fallen child
chiding distance and
time
in your explosive dance.
I'm in trance,
heart exploding in
its hole, demolished
soul-fragments
reconstructing to
the command of
your call(s),
like brutish overseers
beating, lashing down on
frail nothing-men, forcing
their hand.

My heart is
yours now.
My gift to you,
dear.
You, in these
pictures...
the shape and colo(u)r
of your eyes...
like almonds
spewed from
Poseidon's mouth,
while I sit here
waiting...
alone and
yours
now.

Reviews

[Lady Lazarus.]

You are
ancient and new,
glamorous like nymphs of
the sea and wood.
The hood over your eyes
still sheathing thoughts and
feelings you've yet to know...
in these pictures of you.


a beautiful piece of work.
love is a lot more complicated than its made out to be.
it can make us,teach us,destroy us or just show us.
its the reason we have a soul.