She talks in
rose scented
riverways,
her voice
sings
to me
like an angel
somewhere
a distant dream away.
She speaks
in sullen autumnal
pathways,
her golden words
sway subliminally
in the airwaves,
whilst, like the fallen leaves
at her feet I pray.
She speaks,
a soft
aural
pleasantly,
sung majestically
like the stars
would sing
if they had
the lungs
to hold
the breath
within.
I’m weak at the knees,
over the way
her words touch my lips
like kisses teasing me.
Releasing me
from the fear that grips me.
She intones the words
of ancient tongue,
of love, of song,
of hearts beating as one.
She lets me hear,
in whispered verse
words that paint
my entire universe.
Words that swirl
like milk in a teacup.
She speaks in words bright
like the flowering buttercup,
she shows me light,
when only the darkness
seems to show up.
She talks
and I listen.
I imagine the words glistening
like frost on the air,
touching the branches
and clinging there,
coating the scene
in a glittery atmosphere.
A wonderland of hope
in a world of fear.
She speaks and my heart beats
so fast it could explode
like shattered glass, she speaks
and I know her words
will stick with me
like a memory of love,
that pierces my soul.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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