Tender eyes
Pure and soft
Dazzle the day
With incoherent thought
Quiet and whimsical
Like that of dreamscapes
And oceans
Tranquil
Listening
Intent
Deeper than
The soul
And the heart
That awaits
Their harvesting gaze
Perfect
In silent oblivion
And at one
With the subconscious
Of the night
And the moon
That dances for
Their Alliance
Into pure beauty
Perfect
Wanting
Surreal
Tender eyes
Author notes
well in all honesty was a product of pure boredom..... lol
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Eyes are always the origin:
of sight, fountains and of beginnings. How well you expressed all the sentiments you felt. Even in boredom.
How are you Poetess?
Love
Myra


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Wow, wow, impressive very vivid hun! I'm proud of you... we waited awhile for another poem but worth the wait...


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this is brillant - as always , about time you went back to writing .. my first comment *add yay icon here*

