Poetry / Song of Songs

You are that half-heard whisper in the grey morning, tickling my sleeping ear,
and the wind is the charge of your presence I feel in empty rooms,
when I fling the doors open to catch a hint you rushing to greet me;
and tomorrow – and tomorrow – can never come soon enough,
that day when our futures may cross, like tousled branches,
so fleeting and unsuspected.
The imminence of such a meeting sweeps over me like the shadow of a great storm,
and I yearn to breathe it into now, to call forth such a sweet perfection
beyond anything I have ever known – the dream of the love of you.
To look into your eyes is to lay open the sun, and be transfixed, ablaze,
by arrows of a scintillating passion too pure to be seen.
And to kiss those lips would be to enter that storm, to turn to water,
and rain upon sundry lands in a torrent of ecstasy.
My fingers ache to play in the softness of your hair, to know the roughness of your cheek,
and to taste a sip of wine aged on your tongue.
I wait for you, for to touch you would be to fold back the veils of dim realities
and uncover the secret of my very soul.
I wait for you, and these many tomorrows open like green valleys before me –
come, Beloved, and let us walk through each one.
 

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Kadee avatar General Stranger

November 23, 2009

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‘when I fling the doors open to catch a hint you rushing to greet me’ – a word is missing from here?
‘To look into your eyes is to lay open the sun, and be transfixed, ablaze,
by arrows of a scintillating passion too pure to be seen.’ – i really like your descriptions  

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November 22, 2009

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Grammatical:  I fling the doors open to catch a hint OF you rushing . . .”
You used the image, in the second paragraph, of meeting someone, and the imminent of it is “like the shadow of a great storm” which in itself invokes a negative meaning.  But in the next line you say that you yearn.  Can you yearn for a shadow?

Dreaming of love, “the dream of the love of you”, could probably be worded better.  The dream of loving you.
you’re using storm metaphors here, but they seem strange when you “turn to water”.  I would prefer something else, but I suppose water works as well.

The poetic language is very heavy, but when one is in love it evokes that kind of passion.  This may be too heavy for some people.  I like the imagery, but it’s not yet perfect.

spiritualdeciple avatar General Stranger

November 22, 2009

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Beautifil, soulful and full of raptuous scripture. You have written a perfect piece of penmanship here, the quality of your wod usage and asthetics are very well put togethere here. In all a VERY NICE!!

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November 22, 2009

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this is one of the better love poems that i have read. i love it

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