Falling
Like black water drops
On the white
Sacred silence
Radiant
As light and powerful
As a revival
Your breath
At the measure
Of mine
Your fingers
Meeting mine
Stressing softly
The pure echo
Of a passion
Blossoming
In a rustle
A whisper
A cry
Becoming
A song
Of self-affirmation
A recognition
Through the looking glass
reverberating itself
Inside Itself
In an infinite
Harmony
An unexpected bliss
A mystery
Punctuated by dazzled silent issues
Eager for more vertigo
The continuing
The delicate, powerful
Vibrations
The soft strength
Planting its roots
Like claws of full
Desire
At the heart
Of our
Endless dreams
2 commentaires:
Danielle,
A fantastically emotional and passionate piece. I felt as though I was an intruder..
Eileen.
Thank you so much for your comment Eileen! I am so glad if the emotions and the passion are palpable here..
Thanks a lot for reading, and really glad you like it.
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