even now, our voices linger through the cold night air
our words penetrating the sphere of shared dreams,
vibrating, pulsating through mysteries
conjured up through the window of starry eyes
where arms of feathered light tussle on shore:
the tide slowly returns, fusing the naked grasp of lips:
the twilight illuminates legs of hovering falcons
landing on moonlight limbs;
ubiquitous, reminiscent,
cuddling inside a nest of passionate vows
diligently suspended over a drowsy horizon, declining to sleep,
through the surging embrace of a cold night’s heat
Sheila
I meant to comment on this when it was first posted and thought I did. A little late but just as sincere are my words now: You are on my list of my five favorite poets and this poem is a perfect example of why. I hold you in high esteem my friend.
Write On,
Marcia
Sandie Angel :o)
Love,
Sage
Take care,
Sherry
of a moment of passion
Peace be with you
William
Beautifully rendered, I feel your soul in this.
John
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
Ron
This poem should be whispered.
Georg
Fee
A precious moment! A cold night's heat: warming..
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"