You appear as an image of beauty through a smoky haze
One true thing no impossibility can deny
Making thunder echo with the grace of an angel
While you delight in the lovely sound
Of my sighs
Then careful indeed, you drift before my eyes as a vision
Quiet as a dear offering of perfect silence
********** my soul as you pull on every string
Connecting the fabric of my heart’s
Very own eyelets
The moment I find I am a breath away from pretending
I see your face clearly as a fresh-water spring
Softly smiling, I lie listening to your echoing thunder
Resounding inside my perfect silence
Surrounding everything
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 2:32 PM UTC
You appear as an image of beauty through a smoky haze
One true thing no impossibility can deny
Making thunder echo with the grace of an angel
While you delight in the lovely sound
Of my sighs
Then careful indeed, you drift before my eyes as a vision
Quiet as a dear offering of perfect silence
********** my soul as you pull on every string
Connecting the fabric of my heart’s
Very own eyelets
The moment I find I am a breath away from pretending
I see your face clearly as a fresh-water spring
Softly smiling, I lie listening to your echoing thunder
Resounding inside my perfect silence
Surrounding everything
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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