behind one window
behind one curtain
upon one bed
beside one pillow
a passionate heart
expressed a river
that flowed with deeper
that swam like a diver
you may know her words
and sing their praises
but to know her life
you might turn your head
and pierce her soul
with razer swords
over oceans they fly
reaching beyond
though her feet
remain cold
upon empty cement
grounded under one sky
yet her mind it dances
to Rio
to Paris
to the sight of the star dust days
but between one blanket
beside one wooden table
an unknown power spirit lays.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes
PoetryIf there is one thing that I have learnt that has changed my outlook on life, is that every one of us has a story to tell, my poetry reveals the power of words that are hidden in the hearts of people, You are the poet in my eyes, you allow me to vis...
