I’ll follow the trace of your breath’s exhale
down a river of gold with a shattered glass sail
I’ll visit lands of sapphires and lustrous ebony
to find the taste of ambrosia equal to your beauty
I’ll write poems with glass, in words melted with sun
and sing ballads of skies for the most beautiful one
your tears are the straw I will spin into stars
to become iridescent and celestial martyrs
blessed by the presence of a prophesied king
I’ll put perennial wax on your magnificent wings
let me embellish your body with invaluable jewels
to demonstrate my undying love for you
you’re a shimmering blaze of illustrious lighting
let me capture your essence with ineffable writing
my sun, my stars, the substance of time
the embodiment of the pure divine
but only in reverie can you be called mine
2 comments
In a word, beautiful. I admire the ease you assert command of the english language.
Your metaphors are elegant and profound. (I particularly liked “poems with glass, in words melted with sun”)
I hope to see more,
Thank you.
Why did you delete your other post?