I write my eyes in lid less fluttered,
as sigh of higher sky
to billow beckoning,
where canyon speaks
without the wind
in seeking softer scents of sacred,
where she is queen
of soul's dominion,
as feathered poet born to giggle,
and I am something of embarrassment,
not versed in ways
that angels see things,
but one to learn in such a hurry,
as not to miss to much of love.
Here, without an audience,
I am clothed in misty bushes,
just brush your hand
and watch them scatter,
as punch to pillowed hole in space talk,
where flowered petals fly in laughter
to tease,
and tangle touch in notion's now,
sipping potion
of peaceful presence,
and never distant conversation,
but splash in spilling joy forever;
reciting poetry as Byron,
inviting Frost and Browning over
to tip the glass, their verse not written.
And then, when orange moves our mountain,
as night cloud raises cover, warmer,
coming home to heaven's halo,
as near to know, that I am with you,
we could move a little closer
to feel your wind blow cross my cheek
in soulful yawn of life surrendered,
inside our sigh of ever after.
In a list
A contest entry
- Close Your Eyes... by poet2angels.
700 points, ended May 28, 2007, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Very Good
we could move a little closer
to feel your wind blow cross my cheek
in soulful yawn of life surrendered,
inside our sigh of ever after.
Nice immagry, very nice
Rick
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oh my....oh oh my....this is really something...ermmm...bery sensual, "Say no more...say no more! I swoon to die a beatuiful death at these words.
Awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee -
Hang on, you will have a women rush, not a gold rush if you keep penning this way
, they would fly to you if the thought of you and legendary poets were to become the lullabys of dreams. Love, C
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"as near to know, that I am with you,
we could move a little closer
to feel your wind blow cross my cheek
in soulful yawn of life surrendered,
inside our sigh of ever after."
Sighhh...Well, all I can really say about this incredible poem is this, Scribe: I hope you're fully prepared for the onslaught of women moving north, Sweetie...
This is beautiful, Rich...Good luck in Lynda's contest, my Friend... 
Wanda
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wow
I have another favorite poem of yours (the list is getting long)
This is magical and fairy tale that dreams are made of....Such tranquility this brings and a smile to all who read it!
Beautiful!!!
Lynda
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"And then, when orange moves our mountain,
as night cloud raises cover, warmer,
coming home to heaven's halo,
as near to know, that I am with you,..."
This whole poem is so beautiful, every word so wonderful to read, Mr. Mountain
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beautiful and sweet leaving sighs to gather.
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