They say the world is made of strings.
Spinning, creating the very fabric of our existence.
The knots are delicate as a tiny bird wings
But...
It always lacked the colours of the rainbow.
The firey reds, the liquid blues.
Green, pink and all the hues.
Also the colour of the desert was a few.
A person I fell into deeply.
that person didn't paint my life with brush strokes.
That person drew my eyes neatly.
Lift the lid off my eye folds.
Carve me the visioners I always dreamed of.
******* the glitter of your soul.
Stroll me around like a baby dove.
Line my eyes in a clean role.
For you my lover, one can see life.
In colours of day and night.
In light and darkness our bright glows.
As our delicate bodies ignite.
The strings of life untangled.
The golden jar unspilled.
Evil shows hit and mangled.
For thy love may prosper and refill* ~
It's his 2nd poem :)
It's a beautiful poem by a beautiful man in love.