Time slowly dwindles past…
As, I watch her beautiful eyes…
In the golden glow of dusk
And, the bride shifts her gaze…
The surreal light…
And, the chiaroscuro on her face
As, my kisses feel unfamiliar in familiar places
She, averts my gaze…
The eternal fireball benignly smiles
And, nature sets the stage…
With the warmth of the fire in the sky
The beautiful dusk and homecoming birds…asks me to seek love again
Yet, as our bodies entwine
I find you lightyears away…
As, I look to drown myself to find you…
I realize Tilottoma you have changed again…
The romantic fire gently glows…
Sages ask us to seek brides
While, it hits home…it’s been a while…
Tilottoma, you have moved on…again…
6 comments:
perfect allegory :-)..well knit verses
beautifully written
i adore the way you write.
Again, you are amazing Ritayan. Gorgeous imagery, I must say. From the way you write, I would think that you were much older than you really are; you work reminds me of my English teacher from last year, a published poet by the name of Marylin Shelton (I believe that is how you spell her first name, at least). Never stop writing!;)
"The surreal light…
And, the chiaroscuro on her face
As, my kisses feel unfamiliar in familiar places
She, averts my gaze…" excellent lines....amazing...hits hard...i absolutely loved the work...its a mysterious music you play that enchants the reader and makes one dance,to the tunes of your words...keep writing
beautifully depicted sadness.....wrapped in a coating of picturesque nature.....
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