The ecstasy of gold is self contained inside my heart
in a spot where memory holds you in for all my days
My silent eyes have touched you in a million ways
and my silent tongue has tasted you in every part
My hands have cooked for you and poured you wine
and lips of wet have traced your chin time after time
I am a gypsy soul that found her first reunion ring
and my caravan of love is you, you make me sing
I've sat with you in the parlor room right after bath
and shared with you the linen breath of my youth
together we bloomed flowers and trailed our path
back to the future where we lived out, our truth
The ecstasy of gold is self contained inside my heart
I know that but have I ever told YOU, that !
A mysterious confession (it would seem) to the One who gives us life and purpose. One thing 2020 has given some, is ample time for soul-searching. This poem is reflective of that. "Ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls." Thanks. Enjoyed. rlc
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
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