His lighthouse eyes
warn of the rocks
his base beneath.
He resembles an oil
painting of light and
shadow with his
ravens wing jet black
hair and dark piercing eyes..
foiled by pale skin,
his craggy cheek bones
which cause shade
in the light.
As he sits,
his hands rest gently
on his body..
fingers which evoke
beauty in the guitar
.. hands which
can defend with
lightning speed.
His voice is gentle..
the 'sound of many
waters'.
His eyes stream with
compassion for all.
(to Marcus.. who used the
word raven's wing hair)
All your works have a common strand running through them and that is the picture they draw in the readers' minds. This was another of your works I enjoyed. Well done.