Spires of Holiness Burst beams through clouds Crisp air Refreshes my Soul Harps and Lyres Gruntled melody through din Tympanic sound Refreshes my Soul Incense and myrrh Invigorated scents through smoke Melded aromas Refreshes my Soul Chocolate and peppermint Indulgence through sharpness Combining flavors Refreshes my Soul Corduroy and suede Roughed through processes Textured fabric Refreshes my Soul
My lover comes to meAll my senses awareShe is the only oneNo other can compareThe sight of her warms meA soft glow upon her faceHer eyes wistful and calmThis vision that I embrace.Her aroma fills meThe sweet smell of her hair Wafting of her perfumeSmell of love in the air.The sense of tender skinSoothing by lovers touchThe feeling of soft silkAlabaster smooth as such.The sound of her voiceSings music to my earsHushed moan...
"And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you..." ~Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day. The hospital walls, They surround her, all white, no color, all pain. The smell of death lingers in the sheets in the pillows in the air She can't escape fast enough But there was a reason she was there, to say something of love to help someone along to say goodbye To a life she'd known.
Much beauty nature creates, for everyone to see. In the sky, over land, in flora, fauna, and the sea. As you look all around, don't merely advance. Slow your pace, peer, study, take another glance. Her canvas fills with changes, often very subtle. Not always obvious, frequently taking time to shuttle. Make time, smell the roses, gaze, let your senses flare. Much is at play, touch, see, smell, taste, hear, be acutely aware...
This poem only available on Stories SpaceThe gleam of dew drops on snowdrops awakening the soil from slumber;The shooting myriads of rainbow arrows slicing through the waterfall’s rushing giggles;The fresh tang of salt sea air teasing and playing through the marram grass;The flit, flit, flitting of a sleepy butterfly, drunk with her fill of nectar;The squelching ooze of melting ice cream dripping through fingers that were...
