Sunday, December 28, 2014

Was it just a trick of the light ?

Was it just a trick of the light ?



When only the flow of no reason
And simple truths can hold me,
Will the light in your pretty eyes
Fall upon me how I long to be held?
Soft is the trickle of power unfolding,
Tough are the tears of my surrender,
Kind I have known, from deep pools,
Emancipating all of my weary soul.
Fresh as summer meadows in dew,
Have come these lives to be kept,
Washed as linen under the milky moon,
Whence I’d lost my heart to you.
Bridged from yesterdays in despair,
The wanting to be under your spell,
Life gives the dream a new revelation,
And all I know is your smile.

Shadows cannot hide your allure,
Nor do days of darkness clothe me,
Support has a name of an angel,
As she sings in rainbows, the stars.
Beheld are the fragments in question,
To answers no-one will ever know,
My doorway closes on the light of day,
And here, an echo of the wilderness.
Abandon to be alive in pure motion,
Carried under the raiment of love,
Freedom will be my only salvation,
When my soul cries to be touched.
When doves have cried in darkness,
Only ‘she’ shall halt this timelessness,
Held in her arms and her rich smile,

And the blinding light of love..!