I want you to hear it
while I'm traist.
When I mean it
and no words are a waste.
I need to tell you of
the epiphanies in my waking
and the thoughts I have,
that leave me shaking.
That inequalities make me weep
from a place in my soul so deep
and how it will vividly creep,
to the canvas on my eyelids,
in poems as I sleep...
You must know of the passions that haunt me
And of the calling that drives me,
Because you've taught me the beauty
of enormous things,
inspired and nurtured
many ambitious beings.
Pushed me to look higher
with your spreading words of fire
that never seem to tire
of wrenching my heart
with passion
Author notes
This is to two very amazing people;
Kerry Jane Rivett
Simon Porter
I hope someday to show them this poem.
(Note; Traist is an archaic Scottish word literally meaning; True )
How do you feel about this?
Comments
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Very well written. The imagery given is incredibly put =)
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A wonderful dediction, I do hope you can let them read it because if this was written about me I'd be speachless and thrilled. You have wonderul flow going on with a mixture of deep words.
Keep the ink flowing.
Love
~Noor
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