Your Hands Are Like Swans
Your hands are like swans that float across the stillness
Where the serenity of a calm lake gathers her beauty
Sun kissed with diamonds glistering among the ripples
I surrender like a hidden pearl amidst the beauty of you
For it is under this empirical sky of wonder I gaze
Listening to the bird songs and the meadow wrens
Embracing the stillness of my own quietude
As your voice caresses my soul with perfect harmony
Could it be that we are divine temples that shine, and shine on
Like the light of a guiding beacon across the oceanic waves?
While your heart touches my spiritual nectar
Infusing all that ever was across our great divide
I succumb to the bounty of your glorious infinitude
Your hands like the swans floating across the stillness
As I rise like a sunset untouched by a million years
I realize you are the agelessness of eternal love
Forever and always a mere moment away from divinity …
Poetry Recitations: Victoria L. McColley
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most enjoyable listening to the words
rather than reading them
Love & Peace be with you
William
To think of the sensation of touch by the soft hands
of a woman, in addifion one with the hands of swans,
is deliciously enchanting and beams the rest of your cosmic
emotion into soul born orbits unknown.
being a part of your journey
warmed my heart, Vickie
Lady Vivian
-Portia
Roger
Love ya!
Jane