Blakefernance - Hello Poetry

if i had the patients to love you. oh if i had the hight to meet you, i would rise to greet you, i would not hide to seek you, i would not look so deeply, if i had the eyes that see you. but the eyes i wear they do not see, my eyes they only look, they look for a reflection, bent low over the brook. they see waves and shattered light, though they do not have the sight, to see you staring back, through my own searching eyes. your love was always mine, if i had the eyes to see, the you inside of me, then love would never hide, and so patient i would be.

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC

Blakefernance

if i had the patients to love you

if i had the patients to love you. oh if i had the hight to meet you, i would rise to greet you, i would not hide to seek you, i would not look so deeply, if i had the eyes that see you. but the eyes i wear they do not see, my eyes they only look, they look for a reflection, bent low over the brook. they see waves and shattered light, though they do not have the sight, to see you staring back, through my own searching eyes. your love was always mine, if i had the eyes to see, the you inside of me, then love would never hide, and so patient i would be.

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you are the poem i could never write, your spelt in silence, heard with sight, you are the language of wings in flight. no silverless sea, no moonless night, no scene could paint a black so bright a deep so blue one such as you. i could not lie, no words are mine, what words could weave the warmth of light? i could not lie, i could not write you are the poem the page is white.

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Dec 3, 2017

Dec 3, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC

Blakefernance

you are the poem i could never write

you are the poem i could never write, your spelt in silence, heard with sight, you are the language of wings in flight. no silverless sea, no moonless night, no scene could paint a black so bright a deep so blue one such as you. i could not lie, no words are mine, what words could weave the warmth of light? i could not lie, i could not write you are the poem the page is white.

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my same heart is yours, in the warm expanse, that through vertigo fields, in fallen dance, plummets from summits and cloud crowned peaks to bleak wet comforts. my same heart is yours, in the craters of our failed landings, that wet-winged cocoons in the curl of a leaf, who hollowed is held in the soothing fantasy of the shell, and the never-end of night. my same heart is yours, in the warm expanse, in the winged expanse, that lifts in the wind. your same heart is mine, on the wings of the wind, that lift with the mind, in the rise of the tide of our joy.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC

Blakefernance

my same heart is yours

my same heart is yours, in the warm expanse, that through vertigo fields, in fallen dance, plummets from summits and cloud crowned peaks to bleak wet comforts. my same heart is yours, in the craters of our failed landings, that wet-winged cocoons in the curl of a leaf, who hollowed is held in the soothing fantasy of the shell, and the never-end of night. my same heart is yours, in the warm expanse, in the winged expanse, that lifts in the wind. your same heart is mine, on the wings of the wind, that lift with the mind, in the rise of the tide of our joy.

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you move like an environment, dressing the air, sweeping the hills. oh smooth dunes of your landscape, serpents weave tunnels in your sands, i am the snake in your glands. the rare flowers of your hands, touch like spring, in the southern lands of my longing.

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Dec 2, 2017

Dec 2, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC

Blakefernance

you move like an environment .1

you move like an environment, dressing the air, sweeping the hills. oh smooth dunes of your landscape, serpents weave tunnels in your sands, i am the snake in your glands. the rare flowers of your hands, touch like spring, in the southern lands of my longing.

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