I stare into the heedless night,
The fire flies and stars faint light.
And swear at Cupid and his bow,
That struck my heart so long ago.
A thousand things twixt here and dare.
A thousand cuts to clear the air.
A thousand rules beyond declare
A thousand doors with tigers there.
My wishes yearn and gorge the breeze
So loud, I hear the silent please.
for soft whispers in the breeze.
In between the silence ...
hear the sighs this poem evokes with ease.
Sy this is exquisite...truly...
the imagery is of perfection,
and the emotions are fragile and tender.
and as always...I love when you write like this...
beautiful and breath taking *sigh*
the reason poerty was created.
take care, jm