blind man,
seeking
your dreams,
elusive
and aged
the power of spiny prose
like a wilted yellow rose
read between the lines
where victory and surrender combine
nothing can bind to the hands of time
still, words bring their own meaning
blindly turn toward them
everything is what we need to know
of memory and exile
translate words erased
something like lightening flashes
pressure came from pleasure shaping silence
the acute unspoken
search for the calligraphy of desire
find something that sustains her
Unreachable ...
but for the spirit brave
in its clarity of flow
a puddle to reflect
the slow
of passion, grave
Myra
This is wonderful!
I love the last lines ...search for the calligraphy of desire
find something to sustain her.
You are a cut above! Wonderful work thanks SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."