Phantom Slippers of Thoughts

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die. Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power. Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks. We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire. Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire, And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us! Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once, When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be. Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love. I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze, As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze. Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream, This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold! Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls, Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes. Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded, I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace. Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love. With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us, For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world! Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016 (Free Verse)