In the quiet of your eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the desperate hour,

when hope is cloaked

 in shadowed substance,

when worlds collide

in frantic feelings

of scarlet skies,

I walk and wait

and listen for life,

breathing the fragile,

frosted air of mortal lungs.

And piercing the fated fabric

of misery unvoiced,

listening for deeper melodies

and seeing near silent hues,

I survey eternal treasures

in the sea,

the sand,

each drifting, clouded sky.

I view those sacred glories

in the quiet of your eyes...

 

 

Reviews

[Jillian Alexis]

as always this piece evokes such wonderful images and feelings!! lovely :)

[A.M.P.]

Very beautiful. I love the richness of your language! There's definitely a lot of emotion in this poem. Nice! :)

[Ferg]

this is beautiful...........i sigh as i read it......

[just rose.]

Spun finely, like a tapestry. The structure of the poem has a definite texture, containing colors, feelings, visions, and impressions. What are most beautifully rendered here ... the final lines.

[Jenny Nelson]

A truly beautiful piece. Always makes life much easier to deal with when you have someone to share it with.