Washing in Luminous Blush

She leans close

 and edges fold.

Shadows curl

 and thoughts untold

twist, tremble, hum,

 and hide.

Threads of gold

 ripple beneath the tide.

Golden currents,

 soft and wide,

drift, drift,

 a secret slide.

Colors bloom

 where darkness grew.

Clarity glows

 through every hue.

Look again

 and see the leaf tilt,

  trembling flame.

A line of poetry floats unnamed.

Urgent and whole, it lands inside,

 a pulse that lingers,

  warm and wide.

Her brilliance warms

 without command,

revealing beauty

 always planned.

Truth awakens, subtle, clear.

 Shimmering soft

  where you feel near.

Breath shivers

 through the hollowed space.

A spark ignites

 with gentle grace.

Mind drinks light,

 heart inclines,

shadow softens

 and the golden shines.

Here, invisible glows.

Tangled knots

 of thought unclose.

Reflections dance,

 a quiet gleam.

Bare skin hums

 within the waking dream.

She nudges without touch.

Guides without a word.

Tilts the world

 just enough

for insight to be heard.

Look again

 and someone finds you there,

  in the shimmer,

   in the air.

The whisper of recognition

 folds softly

  through the golden glare.

Everything gleamed

 before you knew.

Everything was luminous

 always, in you.

Threads of gold

 and whispered flame

linger, fold,

 and call your name.

The mind, the heart,

 the quiet skin

receive the pulse

 that moves within.

Author's Note

Inspired by the angel Jophiel, Beauty of God. A small shimmer of Jophiel, light loosening the dark. A quiet unveiling of the gold that was always there.

Reviews

[red93]

All good souls seek the Light CG, and now it is returning and expanding its power. Dawn broke here in Bristol UK about 5.30am, and I rejoice. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Lorry]

This feels so soft and springlike, going into summer, that it almost floats off the page and perhaps embarks on that journey we all take , thanks to the muse' visits that feel so otherworldly and ethereal. It reminds me of a leaf blowing in the wind or a feather floating in the breeze. Where it lands no one knows, a bit like from where the muse came and where she goes when she leaves.
Beautifully written.
A+. Now go to the top of the class and take this shiny red apple with you! 🍎 😃

[Chris Shaw]

Such gentle movements throughout this piece with a soft golden touch that plays on the emotions. Akin to watching a piece of art in slow motion. Quite lovely Curly Grace.

Chris

[Brandon Houser]

You are blessed with a wonderous gift of prose. Jophiel inspired you, but I bet you inspire plenty more

[Curly Grace]

Brandon… your words brushed a little color into my cheeks. Thank you for that gentleness.