In the bud of sweet garden, a bee swings its gentle wings, brushing against the beatitude of breeze, fragrance the rainbow corner of the sky stoops to conquer the leaves the dust covered skin of sand....
She sings in time, in tune a waiting too long now a distant bell chimes the village air the rust of the door loosens out slowly never been closed, the entrance wide the cobwebs are cleared, the walls dusted the bed spread to shelter a bit of his soul...
Fragrant oil ornates her hair skin of flowers, smell jasmine and rose the bee still dances in the red twilight melting nature, a faint star She has lit the evening fire....
Birds are restless on the horizon homecoming solitude, a practised routine the angels have mastered the art of earthy control, thatched roofed huts, here there, spots of black speckled leopard on rustic land sides of an endless moor
her eyes wide, expecting lined, decorated, smudged, with black, silk kohl....
Odour of his sweat, odour of his hair odour of his skin...
mesmerising evening sun The kohl melts, dropping on the skin, a grey black mole, a spot of love slowly rolls down her cheeks, her neck and beyond, his footprints clothe the bare dry leaves
Lost she was in the evening glory the river has turned making its way to the sea the birds have returned to their nests the bee has disappeared in the vast heavens the bed is spread - wide, fragrant incense and ashes breathe in perfumed smoke
She has lit the evening fire and only the fire - still burns...
Heart rendering beauty in that special hour, in this case pregnant with twilight expectation! A sadness that still touches that eternal beauty that hums around us in even in our sadest hours. I'm thinking while reading, that you have to be in a state of total openness, senses and mind wide open to write like this; poetical observation of another. You have a "beautiful, balanced mind"
Delightful and romantic but tinged with sadness. Love the image of "the kohl melts" and how this could be from the heat of the day or from lovelorn tears. Darkening the edges of the eyelids is quite symbolic.
Blessings ...
Richard
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Blessings ...
Richard
Peace,
Carolyn
nice work.....
Art Sun...
Thank you,
Chris