escort me
to the end
on windy skies
and sandy shores,
write me a script
so my character
is naked, running through fog
clothed by vaporous film
of unknown worlds coming and going
where the moon occasionally
filters through surreal mist
of past lifetimes
casting its distant beam upon my face
so I see into the depths of space
where cool breezes
pass through my nostrils
into my lungs
so all my organs vibrate
with impassioned blood
just waiting, waiting for your arrival
to escort me
to the origin of my soul
write me a script
where I cease to exist,
yet kept alive
by your enduring words
now, where did i stash my opera threads?
<running naked through the fog clothed in the film unknown worlds coming and going...> you are a conjuror par excellence, poet.
peace,
carolyn
*Jude*
Captivating my visit with You!!
Lady Vivian
As always you leave me speechless with your poetry!
Peace, light and love,
Amber
This is such a beautiful and mystical piece!
Has the feel of a love poem, where he and she... and she and he... just want to be. Without intrusion.
Someone had best be an amazing lexicographer!
Ron
Take care,
Sherry
this stirs and moves me, Jude, it reaches me deep.
John