The Flow of Things

If dark eyes could shed some light
They 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
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beautiful, thanks for sharing Diamond bouquet
diamondwillows there,s nothing like a coffee ...toast...and diamondwillows thoughts to start my day....and i will say ..wish i had the talent to put thoughts down on paper as you do.my sister..also writes poems ....and she has books and books on poems that she has written over the years great stuffhandshake thumbs up
to all : A BIG HI FROM BECCA !!! lips
Thank you Jules, Market and Prima!
I am happy you enjoy!
Prima, Please say Hi to Bhug

This poem is for someone flying under the radar. Only today did I really see him.
Beautiful Diamond! bouquet
Hi Becca!
teddybear
Guadal,

The bruch up my nose tickles.............

Lazly,
Always nice to see you. You are the sane one here.
the brush in tears
makes colors so dear
dare
paint the primas
of mona lisa
bare
and more
hair
makes a saint
insane.love
wow
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