The mind's eye
Makes him visible to me,
And enables me to hear him,
Deep in the depth of my soul,
My longing kindly feels him
Through clear imagination,
A slideshow of wild creation;
White, black, soft, blur,
Sound, dusk, dawn, heat.
My dream leads me,
To the maze of my desire,
And lets me rest there
In a heaven, free from hell.
3 comments:
Thanks for your post on Unrepentant Communist Sara, be sure to call again...by the way I think from your picture and your blog and personal profile that you must be a pretty cool woman,although I think you may b better off forgetting about whoever it is thats doing your head in presently..Maybe he's not good enough for you? btw my msn tag is corneliusdoodle@hotmail.com
Gabriel
That Gabriel seems very sweet... Yes, I agree bout that you deserve much better than what you've had lately... Hang in there and I love the poem as always!
Hi Gabriel, thanks for your sweet comment, I guess I;m just 'ME' really :-)
Been a busy week this week so not much time for blogging but will pop by. Good to see there's still some die hard socialistas walking the planet.
x
Thanks AJ, it's all a long story and I have so much love in my heart that it hurts at times..I guess that's just me, a big woman with a mighty heart!
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