A small Iight
Shining bright
as it reveals the looming curves
of the arches towering above me.
My friend, writing.
Writing in the silver-gold lighting
of the candle that flickers and
jumps up again with joy at
being free
A boy walks by the pews opposite me,
Marveling at intricate patterns and shapes
of white and black and green rock
that reflects everything back at him
but leaves all else in black
Faces cast with a soft glow as they
appear around me, gathering,
Gazing. Their eyes like starlight, their hair
of fire.
Sometimes rose-gold
Sometimes dark like last embers
that remain.
I close my eyes and see
all the people around me
the ones I love, admire
the ones that make my heart catch fire
The ones that care, comfort and cheer
Soft, kind features
smiling as they take in the
Companionship with me
Flawed complexions, more perfect than the stars.
YOU ARE READING
Random German and English Poems - Planlose Deutsche und Englische Gedichte
PoetryIt's all in the title! Mostly about sailing though. Not very determined yet though. Es ist alles im Titel! Es geht jedoch hauptsächlich ums Segeln und das Meer. Ist aber bisher noch nicht sehr vorprophezeihbar.