Mystical
Stardust and
Magical Things
I find freedom in being captured,
By that arresting gaze,
Time stands still, and so do I,
Scouring for befitting words of praise.
But before I can compose a verse,
Your hand is in mine,
As I fall away from rational thought,
The sky seems amaranthine.
You're an enchantment,
Superposing the lines on our palms,
Imprinting on our soul strings,
A love, eternal as the Psalms.
As the crimson beams, herald a goodbye,
Entangled in my fingers, you leave,
Some warmth and some stardust,
On a magical eve!
Psalms: a sacred song or poem used in worship
Amazing❤👏🏻
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ReplyDeleteTo some, poetry is the language of love, for me, you make it better everytime! Keep touching hearts!
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DeleteAnanya my dear, I am truly at loss of words.. Indeed these verses that you compose seem eternal as psalms to me! Love and Regards.
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