your hair as wild as the tall grasses
wind whipped and whispering.
your eyes green as the ocean reflecting sun.
salty tears carry waves back home.
constellations on your sun kissed skin,
eternity in fleeting microcosm.
tall but not proud,
more beautiful than you will ever admit.
a heart like fountains
that wash away sin.
quickthinking mind
quicksilver tongue
and footsteps like reverence.
you ancient beauty
Renaissance painting
Pagan priestess
weaving words into tapestries
and sculpting colors into Enlightenment.
so easily swept away
by an untamed heart.
so easily brought to ruin
by all things must end.
a love like light itself
always dancing with shadows.
and loyalty even to memories.
when the shackles and chains bite flesh
be ready to end and begin again.
i am with you sweetheart.
i am a natural champion.
i will always stand beside me.
and when The Tower comes tumbling down,
just remember, i always have me.
Wow
I can't help it.
You are something else.
Dont ever show me what you look like.
I want to live with the beauty of your words.
I love them late at night
The most.
KS
You........
Can take me anywhere you want
:)
thanks
Beautiful and well written. I
Beautiful and well written. I especially love the idea of "natural champion"
excellent poem
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
thanks :)
thanks :)
"weaving words into tapestries..."
That is one fine line and a great image. Cool write about got yr back ~a~
thanks :)
i'm glad u like it. that line could just as easy describe you or anyone here :)