Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite. Francis Bacon
OR AT YOUR BEAUTY...CRY
The breath of earth, exhales so sweet
As fragrant, perfumed air
And as I breathe....caress received
I sigh...in silent....prayer
Please wait for me, under the tree
That stands down by the lake
Sleep in the silence of the wood
As I... by kisses........wake
Do match me for a kiss or two
Or three, or four, or five
Caress me love....then slip into
My core......and come alive
Or might I guard you as you dream
And kiss your sleeping eyes
Lit by the filtered sunlight streams
Or at... your beauty... cry
This poem, "Or At Your Beauty Cry" will be etched at the door of the millennia to be read by a billion generations.
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
beauty, exquisitely penned! brilliant! it touched me, too, in a way that was totally unexpected...thank you for writing this one, it's going into my library
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
Thank you...this was really very good!
"Or might I guard you as you dream
And kiss your sleeping eyes
Lit by the filtered sunlight streams
Or at... your beauty... cry"
Yes spring fever.......
Love Tinka
Such an outstanding poem is what poetry is all about! Kudo's!
Jack
great sensuous piece!
Perfect rhyme and flow. Always a pleasure to read.
Reindeer