
You hold me softly
within your silken wings
of splendor
& tears of Grace
fall slowly upon my cheek ~
you move my pages
with a whispered touch,
smoothly turning
my Heart
with the power
behind your unfathomable eyes;
I have become more
than what I once was ~
a story for all time,
delectable ink
spilled by your loving pen.
I am luminous
with silent evenings
spent in rapturous gazes,
wordless with wonder...
~ June 9, 2006
6:20 p.m.


Thank you, Lexie.
Mum

I also use them because I am never quite finished with what I want to say; I've been writing for so long, each poem is merely a sentence in a paragraph in a book in a set of encyclopedias...
I'm glad you liked it...The metaphor of a book is a natural to me, being a (former) librarian...as if there is such a thing...

Thank you for such high praise, Will...I'm pleased you liked it...I didn't realize the picture was gone when I featured this one; I put it back on now...Thanks for coming by...Be well, Poet...










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