
His Heart's Vacancy
your song came to me vacant and unyielding
as the stilling of time whispered into my soul
I seen the bounty of your emotions furrowed
gullied by the broken well of forsaken dreams
"He is an arc of the wind." my muses cry
eclipsing his moonlight upon lovers dreams
releasing sensorial scriptures from his thoughts
(echoing through the vaulted railway chambers)
he dances with beautiful psalms and hymns
singing with the wintry dusk of snowy owls
my heart warmed by his blissful sonnets
spilling within the sonata of his metaphors
I drifted upon the chilling breeze once more
abandoning choirs of muse to free themselves
from the conformity of another's haunting prison
those to blind to see his majestic beatific garden
...as i watched him pluck rosemary, sage and meadow rue
I felt like a minstrel of allegory untamed and infused
floating near the wreath of his heart's vacancy
as an icy kiss warming upon the wishes of his soul...
Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley
Peace love and light
Amber
Bravo!
Another winner!
This line captured me:
"an icy kiss warming upon the wishes of his soul..."
This must feel like a sweet and sour dressing that was just warmed up.
Well almost...
Abundant blessings and heartfelt love of delicate tasteful poetic music from above,
Giovanni
Love ya!
Jane