Strong Hands

Strong hands raised to the moonlight

I fumble 

Stumble 

Through this maze 

Of winding memories

Illuminate my way 

Blue eyes pierce bone 

Collared beauty 

Burning steel

Searching 

You belong 

In these strong hands

If only I could find my way 

I fumble 

Stumble 

Then stand steady

Guided by the light

Of your loving heart 

Reviews

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Gorgeous poetry, passion filled words. Starz

[Neal S]

Thanks you :)

[Lorry]

We all fumble and stumble sometimes Neal, just as we sometimes need those eyes to search and guide us home. Wonderful write my friend.

[Neal S]

Thanks so much!

[Hebe]

Passionate. ....lovely poem

[Neal S]

Thank you.

[M. L. F.]

Beautiful piece of poetry. The images are indeed stunning. Thank you for sharing.
..Misty

[Neal S]

Thank you Misty.

[PhoenixDown]

That maze of winding memories..... What a line, my man. Like a piece of ribbon you pull ...& it just keeps going & going.... With strength then, I suppose we must also practice regulation. A different kind of strength... perhaps. Love your images too. That "Burning Steel" is still glowing orange, in my mind.

Phoenix

[Neal S]

Thanks Phoenix. Very cool of you to stop by for a review!

[PhoenixDown]

I can be late the party, at times, but I never forget talent. More to come my friend. I promise.