Go ahead, feel me
Feel me through the cool night sky
And turn me
Across the pages in your eyes
Listen to tales of betrayal
And poems of love
Heed the songs of life
And the lore of death’s embrace
Go ahead, take a breath
Decipher the hieroglyphics
Of our unfolding story
Focused around the light
Of all dark and mysterious
Visualize the spectrum of words
Living through the motion
Of a voice in passion
Go ahead, touch me if you dare
Unraveling dreams in twilight
Allow me to stroke your mind
Where my voice may find a place to rest
5 comments:
Sabbatical? I guess you must of had your heart broken or something. I too have had a sabbatical. Sadly mine resulted in eating far to much and putting the weight I lost right back on. Anyway an on the spur of the moment poem for you...
TAKE ME TO GLORY
Twin winds spiraled
Controlled but not
Fighting waves challenged
But never fell the crest
All is collected
Gathered to the heart
None is forgotten
Neither torn apart
Fear beats your doorway
A path so strewn
A litany of children
Hoping for a part
This bit they tell you has no reason
And all the clocks they read the same
Every book has no pages
Scattered like photographs
Soaked in the rain
Take me to my glory... first thing popped into my head was "take me there to the paradise city where the grass is greena nd the girls are pretty."
Sad, ain't it?
I personally liked the last four lines... This bit they tell you has no reason
And all the clocks they read the same
Every book has no pages
Scattered like photographs
Soaked in the rain
...scattered like photographs soaked in the rain
Nice imagery!
Oh and no I did not have my heart broken or something, unless of course you can count the fact that they discontinued one of my favorite hair styling products.
I've been what us Americans call "busy". You Brits may not know anything about that. You're far too busy spreading butter and clotted cream (mouth waters) on everything you eat. Hahaha.
I kid!
lets all be arty !!!
ok one line.....from wordsworth
"without thee, what is all the mornings wealth?"
there you go im off to eat a vat of clotted cream ..............
Steve,
Art thou arty?
I think the vat of clotted cream may be the reason so many English people age so well...
hehehehe
Evil smile.
Next week! muahaha!
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