The Flow of Things
If dark eyes could shed some lightThey have
And this light has allowed my eyes to see
While we are both tossed about
On the swells of violent seas
There is a familiar voice
Assuring me
To brush the smoke away with bare hands
His fire in eyes my eyes do see
To smell the damp and briny air
My nose does find sweet and comforting
While looking up, I find you still
Still, you stand, a statue, next to me
I am a walker of the beach
I see the sea above me
While clouds mimic depths
His depths in me
I wade deep, deep under
Under wide spread currents
He submerges me
Comments (8)
I am happy you enjoy!
Prima, Please say Hi to B
This poem is for someone flying under the radar. Only today did I really see him.
The bruch up my nose tickles.............
Lazly,
Always nice to see you. You are the sane one here.
makes colors so dear
dare
paint the primas
of mona lisa
bare
and more
hair
makes a saint
insane.