There can be months,
Hours -
Even days -
Of ecstasy
When all of one's being
Gathers to one point
Thrust toward becoming.
Wings spread,
The heart glows white gold,
Eyes turn electric
Pivot on an unseen
Vantage point
Of
Discovery.
The soul waits -
Breath - baited,
The heart ticks silence
And
Mystery girds itself
For
The shaft of revelation.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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God Bless
Michelle~
*Linda*
Thank You.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU