Honey of The Soul

How we are sweetened and tainted

As grapes are crushed into wine

Bleeding deep sweet red hues

There will be days of wine and roses

Of heartfelt hopes and dreadful losses

 

We are the painter - the poet

Designer of every breathless moment

Painting illuminated images

Composing obscure verse

 

 Silent reflections on blank canvas

Like honey to our wanting lips

As parched words of a painters brush

Soothed by the artists’ delicate hand

 

Opportunities to bloom and flower

Await in us - this succulent desire

As droplets of golden honey

They glisten, entice and sweeten us

 

To dream " to dance

To be refined and defined

By life and love

Lavished by the sweet and the bitter

 

 

By

Gypsy

Copyrighted

3-31-09

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[WatashLegend]

wonderful imagery intertwined by the delicate flow and great rhythm of the poem, great job