Pale Blue Ocean Eyes...

I hear the violinist in the background as we finally find our way to our secret hideaway…the place we have been looking for. That little gazebo in the middle of peaceful undergrowth with a pond stretching around us like fingers holding the weight of the world…that peace is something that cannot be replaced. The fingers hold us like the weight of the world, cradling us in the midst of solitude.

          The bow is pulled across the nylon with every beat of our hearts. The synchronicity is something I long for; something so sacred…something too sacred to be merely described with words. As the music caresses us, we fall into its rhythm. We effortlessly lose ourselves to the trappings of the darkness, but we smile as we fall into the pit of peace.

          Your eyes shimmer so deeply and brightly, as if they had a light of their own. The smile you display is a beautiful display of affection, the red lipstick luminescent in contrast to your pale skin. Cold entraps you, but with a romantic twist, the nature of which I cannot describe…I can only feel the beauty of your iced skin, as it remains so piercing but soft. Your dress radiates with its white tint, and your hair falls to the sides of your face. I purposely draw a few locks of hair over your eyes just to brush the strands back to reveal your pale blue oceans.

          Our dance has already begun…I know that it has. Let us smile and join our hands to move so slowly in our own elegance.

 

Daniel Helle, Sixteenth of May, Two Thousand And Eleven.

Reviews

[MR_BERG]

Fantastic descriptions. I actually had a complete picture of the scene in my mind.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A tempting piece of lust and agony, relatively short but gets the story and plot point across, well done

[Lily Mae]

" Our dance has already begun…I know that it has. Let us smile and join our hands to move so slowly in our own elegance." You are on fire good.. wow.. I love it.. Such grace and beauty.. excellent..x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for taking me with you in the words to a good place. I could hear the music and see a vision of two people dancing and enjoying being alive. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Jessi Berlasty]

"We effortless(ly) lose ourselves"

Your writing always gives me chills. You paint imagery so beautifully. Good job.