Tuesday, June 3, 2014

POETRY: SHE IS YOU

I'd calm the waters where 'ere you sailed.
If I were a ship and you the captain,
I'd set our course sure and true.
and if I were the captain and you my mate,
I'd love you forever at each port, harbour or gate.


2

She moves gracefully as the morning's mist.
Her beauty dazzles even the blind.
Her fair touch turns mere man immortal.
She looks, and her eyes penetrate to the soul.

No fairer heart shall walk this earth,
Nor brighter beauty be shown throughout the heavens
Mortal words do her no justice,
She melts hearts of stone.

She is life,
She is love,
She is...    you.


3

Every night my spirit soars high
Into the shimmering, celestial night sky
Gliding past other spirits looking for love
Who anxiously gaze down from above
Searching frantically for the guiding light
That seeks them in the lonely night

I drift over the hills and valleys
Through the dark streets and alleys
Past the destitute and forlorn
Who silently await the grace of dawn
Hoping that it brings them happiness
And rescues them from this loneliness

From the distant astral plains
That are illuminated by comets' manes
I hear you calling out my name
As I instinctively do the same
I see your love's glowing aura
Looking prettier than any flora

As our two souls gently collide
I feel your warmth deep inside
Penetrating every atom of existence
Whilst my spirit offers no resistance
Until our two loving souls unite
Glowing like the moon, Oh, so bright

While we dance amongst the stars
Under the shadows of Venus and Mars
All our worries seem so far away
As we enjoy our nocturnal play
Hoping the sun will never rise
To end our romance in the skies

Just like Orpheus and Eurydice
Journeying across the savage sea
With love being their only guide
As they drift perilously with the tide
Hoping they will safely return
To once again let their passions burn

Our love will always keep us together
And it will certainly last forever
The oppressive tyranny of time and distance
Shall never make a difference

Provided we stay in each other's heart
No force will ever keep us apart

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