#passon
If I could ride a white stallion,
wearing burnished armour of gold.
I would cross the high mountains
for my eyes on your smile to behold.
Across land scorched by suns fire,
droughts parched burning sand,
all this I could defeat and endure,
for a mere touch from your hand.
You have me captivated, enthralled
by means of your charm and your grace.
Entranced and passively subdued,
by beauties smile on your face.
How sad has become this world.
where poetry for a beauty is not news.
I behold the wonder and the beauty,
of my goddess, my passions true muse.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 11:55 AM UTC
We are each a particle of light
illuminating the surrounding
landscape.
Each of us energising the emotions
of others solar panels of reflection.
were all star dust.
But before we supernova to oblivion,
we help others grow to fulfilment
in our light of knowledge.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
They say, "You only live once!"
So wouldn't you make it as long as you could?
Everything you do to yourself is passed on,
Don't you want others to learn what they should, not what they shouldn't?
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC