Having my own Georgetown street; while walking within it's sunrise's
Shade somewhat quiet today this Memorial weekend: a slight cool breeze
Wisking us away as passing Victorian's once upon a time's houses and etched
Deeply amid his concrete the year nineteen sixty-eight: her time of change Attica where
There seems no escape sipping upon another glass this dust wispering whirlwinds ?
Ushering in life's truth it's image these bars vertical; walls their shadows she screams: crude
Hewn caves love's sepulchres; cultured stones chimes the childrens mirrors marble, roses; sleep....
Take rest from such taunting breath these drops as red his sliver sheds: peering eyes her blades reprise.
Categories:
wisking, baptism, love, , memorial,
Form: I do not know?
The softness of your being;
the effervesence of your presence;
perfectly composed and untroubled;
(This is how I see you)
Easy going surrounds you like sucklings
under their mothers wings;
quiet; undisturbed; breathing easy;
(This is how I see you)
Your misterious countenence manifests it's beauty quietly;
yet the soundlessness of it all speaks so loud,
Like piercing soundwaves into the universe shattering barriers,
(This is how I see you)
Like an unsolved puzzle you are baffling;
sending me into millennials of unknowingness
wisking me into heights of unconscienceness;
You stump me...
(This is how I see you)
Patience danceses around you like red in a wild fire
unable to contain itself ,nor allow anyone else to put it out;
It just burns..
(This is how I see you)
You, I could see you in my world for an eternity;
and together we would break barriers
that seperate you and me; we would share
the sweet silence together just you and me;
we would just love so easy;
(This is how I see you..and me)
Categories:
wisking, love, me, together, universe,
Form: Romanticism