You get inside me
and then there was the dream of you...
i walked through the tree lined path with the sun on my face
and pulled the sweet intoxicating scent of honey suckle into me
you
you are the reason i was there in my sleep
my dreams have turned from nightmarish hells
into fairy laden, silver tipped, liquid sunshine
and you were there.
holding out a hand to me
and taking me into the forest
the night
serenaded by lilacs and love
surrounded by the beauty created in the space between us
the immortal feeling of ecstasy
painted on my lips
as we dance having not to move at all
in my mind
i see you
in my veins
i feel you
as though you were lying next to me
feeding me the sweet dreams
of immortality and unbreakable virtue
high is my heart
hanging in the weeping willow of truth
and you pull it down
and taste its nectar
and rescue me.
enveloped in your shadow
sung into your soul.
i beg for the serenity of your presence
far too much
and you never cease to deliver
I'm powerless against you
and hold out my hand freely
as we chance the forbidden
Comments
Very nice! Now off to bed I go! "To sleep, perchance to dream..."
-J
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very nice? lol, is that all i get jay!!! dissapointed? enraptured? dont leave me here with very nice!!! lol
Oh my stars, I have been chilled to the very core of my existence with the essence of love that the masses only long for in their wildest dreams of ecstasy.
Very nice Pink!
wow.. though I won't say it is erotic, but very beautifully written lines though little sensual . As usual very well knitted words. Keep penning, after very long a non negative writing.
Hearts to Pink.
@JayDeck-suggest to check out the ambient band FROLIC (husband/wife duo) from Florida. Album named "To Dream, Perchance To Sleep" is great for the lunar hours.
Positivly beautiful... " fairy laden, silver tipped, liquid sunshine"... so descriptive and evocative of such a feeling of bliss. Voted up!
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poetvix- thank you do much. i kept writing of the blissful darkness i found myself in, sometimes i leave out the light, haha.
Okay Pink- I am not dissapointed, and there's plenty here to enrapture.
This is closer to what I was talking about. Keep letting the words, and your deft use of imagery, convey your emotion. If you hadn't written this before i sent my comments, i might have thought i'd rubbed off on you. Of course, having seen your wonderful work here, i will have to hold you to a higher standard. ;)
-J
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jay- theres nothing i love better than bing held to the standard that i should be upholding. And i love a challenge as well. Please dont stop commenting and encourageing and criticising. i think your one of the only people who i dont crinkle my nose at when given constructive criticism.
...........hey U
Very beautiful, and this poem demonstrates your versatility as a writer and poet. Many people draw from the same emotions over and over when they write--for example, I draw from my darker emotions to write poetry. Those who write song lyrics do this a great deal. They write from the same place in their minds and hearts. I've seen you write with pain, mystery, fear and joy. You have found words for a wide range of feelings so well. Thanks for sharing your talent with us again.
Mike
..you have become quite the serious poet my dear and I've noticed many things about you (from afar) ... you seem to be going through changes in your life - I see some 'housecleaning' here ..... and your writing is reflecting a new maturity, a new wisdom and this finely tuned poetic side of you. Splendid!
......and we don't always get to rotate life - life often rotates us ......
What a beautiful poem, so full of emotion. I loved it - thank you.
Pink, The romance of the soul is an enchanting and airy muse; and you treated it with a delicate metaphoric purity that excites the senses... Well done...
Oh PinkUm, what has become of you? Do I detect a shimmer of joy glistening through that dark veil of tears and sadness? I am happy that you are finding your way through the pain through your writing. I agree with Colin that there is a metamorphisis underway. A creepy crawly caterpillar struggles its way up the tree trunk to construct its coccoon, casts off its existence trusting its nature, undergoes massive change and emerges to be what it was always meant to be, a colorful butterfly in full communion with the wind. I agree with Jay, as well.
More is expected from a butterfly once it embraces its essence and takes flight. Spread your wings and glide with the warm breezes and cool drafts, always rising.
Where have you been? I thought you had over 100 hubs it says you only have 37. Leave me a comment and let me know your ok. Thanks.
unusual, but i have no words. your outlook is lovely as are your lines
"as we chance the forbidden" Love this! Well written!
Lyrical and magical, the words caress my mind like a gentle evening breeze, scented with jasmine and wildflower. You have captured the dream and its essence beautifully. Well done! awesome.
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wow, thank you Docmo, i mean it.
"Fairy laden, silver tipped, liquid sunshine..." You can certainly turn a phrase, Pink!
-J
Outstanding and beautifully expressed.
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