There's a stillness
Not in your eyes
behind whose blue veil
hides the tumult of the rainbow
Nor underneath your fingertips
whose slender frame,
the gift of a kind creator,
hides the strength of want
a clutching need
No, the stillness is come over me
When I am near you
When I am with you
the shadows that haunt
the storms that hunt
all fade to mere murmurs
For while they pursue me
You pursue them
- my champion
- my solace
7/25/14
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Typed Word Series
PoesíaWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
