Last night I dreamed
your eyes were lit
in a world of fire
your kisses struck
like heat lightning
many moons rose and fell
tides pulled the shoreline closer
you transparent as a ghost
and in the heat of this frozen night
we were still there...
You the porcelain doll
eyes that open and shut
words yet to crack
mute rain between us
eyelashes black and shiny
sitting on the edge of the mountain
with just a shallow stare...
My body gliding to you
I try and break through
waves that have become mountains
that cover the pale skyline...
Comments (14)
Cafe
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Stunning poem... loved reading
Thank you for sharing
Martina xxx
Ken
Ken
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom...
"White Rabbit"
Jefferson Airplane..
Thanks!
Ken
Ken