I drink the muse a cup of skin
Softly sketched in charcoal and life
A single strand demurely stands
All that holds a passionate will
Drawn in likeness upon the wind
Softly
Softly
Beckon to a call
Resonate wistful heart strings
A single silken feather falls
Upon the shadow of us all
Singularity in plurals
Breeds upon the breeze
Softly now come to me
Let one kiss upon these lips
If I could take a rose
A carve upon your name
It would be tomorrows tonight
Open up my tattoo’d wrist
And bleed upon the sand
Look upon these eyes
Read the tome of words born gold
In silence gifted upon a soul
I utter not a word
Softly
Softly
Hold a heart thats dear
Cast in silver and chiastolite
Believe it to never go
And bleed for me a silent word
In silence we treasure
Softly
Softly
Serenity captured in dreams
Softly
Softly
A gift lifted upon a thought
Softly softly
And a thought touched upon a silvered tongue
6 comments:
Beautifully written, it leaves me with a peaceful feeling.
you had me with the cup of skin already...loved singularity in plurals..the tatto'd wrist..and in silence we treasure..beautiful images and a tender pen
its a bit of beautiful madness man...and def filled with longing....written in your own fantastical voice...
Some hushed, lyrical romance evolving with a haunting, "softly" refrain!
First to last stanza ...beautiful. I like the refraining of softly...
Ah, the pen and mind have tinted a glow...a softness...a pearl in my heart...beautiful! xoxo
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