The sweetest smile, and all for me.
Loves come and go.
She stays on.
Smiling into the night ahead,
long dark hair
spread out widely
on her pillow, slender
arms resting
on all that softness.
She is the one who brings visions
in the depths of night.
Lucid clarity
and saturated, unknown colors.
Unvisited places, deeply longed for.
She tells me about the life within everything.
Underneath these words she gives me,
are sacred, and secret images,
abiding in silence,
abiding in vast inner space.
At last,
she is loved.
And she is listened to.
Dear Fellow Poets, This has been altered enough that I am submitting it as a new poem... I hope you concur with my decision. Blessings and gratitude to you all.
©Elisa Maria Argiro