And I can still hear,
your abundant laughter,
blinded by the spear,
of a melodic happily ever after;
and darker than the lear,
is your beautiful silky skin,
as you stand forward so clear,
clad in your royal win;
and your voice like music to my ear,
tranquilizes all the light,
so brilliant is the light I might tear,
under the width of your breathless might;
but still you are drowning,
in the pool of someone else's hands,
while I stood back frowning,
watching and meeting all your demands.
YOU ARE READING
Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
