Bio By Self XXIV

Location

16509
United States

It was the beauty of life
the gold dust of dawn
the dripping, dipping, haloed moon
the crystal light of a summer noon
dressing my dreams of agape love.

It was their eyes which led me to their souls
some dark, some rich, some expanding into clouds.

I rolled through days that drizzled tears and fears
but, it was the joy of truth in wordless gazes
that kept my heart forever young.

The promise of something finer than a gossiped speech
the rolling, sweet thunder of abrupt laughter
the language of two children playing
best of all the birth of days
soul dancing above undulating waves
as the gift of morn' sun and storm
kissed my lens ten thousand times.

ajs

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741