I fear The quiet tranquil waters of your soul Untroubled warm inviting But with a depth That is to me Unfathomed and unknown And having come here never to resist I shall be drawn In my naïve impulsive way To seek you out beyond the water's edge Confessing if I venture out too far I know I'd drown I fear The haunting of the memory of your touch Of silent ecstasy's embrace When time it self's adrift So tenderly astray in you And dare my lips trace that exquisite line That runs along your chin To ebb in trembling adore Upon your neck and throat And will the thought of you That time Invade the fitful Turmoil of my dreams Until I wake
Yes indeed, tranquil waters do have deep undertow sometimes. Lifejacket always recommended to avoid drowning in seas of love! blessin's Sis. Tinka,
cynth'ya
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Regis
and fortunately in a dream
it seems to have no power.
Great! Dream on Tinky!
cynth'ya
Bobbi
Love
Peter
Felix