Open Poetry #28 |
To Bottle Divinity in You |
IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
beautiful skies of golden longing poised upon the ocean's breath soul of silver painted by my salty tears shivering mem'ries I can taste them like saccharine roses littering the room in which I stand knowing nothing but everything still my palms closed around eventide's brilliant majesty we have bottled divinity in eyes of blue mottled with the tint of seaways exhaled and replenished through living melodies day by heavenly day there is nothing to know but you in precious dignity we knew no pride no glory only love one love sealed with hands fingers intertwined forever closed I know understanding no words exist blessed, blessed quietude in you For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, |
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eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
I can't believe nobody has posted replies to this yet! its awesome! i especially like: "like saccharine roses" beautiful metaphor/simile (its kind of both, really, if you think about it) |
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