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Oh, sensitive one, speaker of tongues,
Dancer of mind, gatherer of blues.
I see in your eyes, your witnesses to truth
Our willowy beliefs and sacred views.
To thee I re-give in vulnerable rites
My truths, eternal and calm.
I have given you nothing,
And I have given all that I am.
I know you too well
I have shown you so much,
Yet we still scratch the surface
When we share and we talk
And I pray itβs enough.
Dancer of mind, gatherer of blues.
I see in your eyes, your witnesses to truth
Our willowy beliefs and sacred views.
To thee I re-give in vulnerable rites
My truths, eternal and calm.
I have given you nothing,
And I have given all that I am.
I know you too well
I have shown you so much,
Yet we still scratch the surface
When we share and we talk
And I pray itβs enough.
This poem is pretty much at face value. The words dance around a bit, but read as what they mean. The speaker looks into his lover's eyes and see several honorable traits. He gives his version of truths to his lover.
The poet laments that in spite of him sharing all that he is, he does not know if that is sufficient. He hints that he knows this person 'too well" so probably he knows deep down inside that they are not for each other.
The poet laments that in spite of him sharing all that he is, he does not know if that is sufficient. He hints that he knows this person 'too well" so probably he knows deep down inside that they are not for each other.
(M/South Carolina)
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