Spirit Clothes
By candlelight I listen
As the whisper of the evening
Slow unfolds.
Your voice treads lightly
Tiptoed to my ear.
The coolness of the air
Lays down upon our sharing;
A touching of our souls is all I hear.
I long to stretch in repetition
Those few moments rare;
Reach out with cat-like quickness
Snatching each to pass my eye;
Storing them in some great cookie jar,
Consuming each so delicate, by and by.
We know that what we have is rare;
The treasured time we share,
How precious now to slow release
And tease from us ephemeral care.
It is the clothing of the spirit
We who love, must wear.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
