Not one with such luminosity as he,
A true empyrean desire.
With a passive heart, calm and gentle.
I reach for the untouchable.
The tears from his universe streaming down,
Never inclement to me, but a blessing.
I am covered in his unconditional love.
And still I cannot touch him.
Instead... it is he who touches me,
Scorching pyres dance inside me.
All agony leaves with it as it washes over me.
Suffering, misery, and pain now putties at my feet.
I see in them what was and breath it,
Until the memories are out with my wind.
And I smile up at him,
I can only lull at his grace in awe.
He speaks... he speaks of a girl lost in her own,
A pricing sensation in my finger tips.
How moronic I've been,
But he tells me she's found now.
Then I know he will leave me,
But I am filled, I will see him again.
When the rain slows so does he,
And when the rain stops he's gone.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
