Hold Me Against the Fences of Fate

Come and bend my state of mind
Wind round me if you must
The night is pretty
With unnumbered stars
And I am mellow, with my wounds
Here in your trust

Gently touch my cheek
Hold me against the fences of fate
Winter winds are nothing to me my friend
It is life that harbors
That trumpet, which I must learn
To play once again

Be the sunrise of many years ago
Within this precious time
Raise me up to where grace’s garden
Will weigh much more
Than this wild jungle that rages
Inside of my mind

Then surely the whisper of my pen
Will reach the depths
To prove, that I am the woman
Who speaks the language
That can only be interpreted
Here inside of you

Drink my rain that kisses your heaven
Drops only you can see
Draw in each breath from my own
Dance with me now
Until out of my heart, my taste
For freedom, is gone

Author's Note

Just my mind working in overdrive...........

Reviews

[Clay Feet]

Neva, How you do write with such flowing lines of yearning passion that seem subdued. You send this reader off to reverie. Re-reading brings new mental images to everything you write. Your insights are such a delight. Keep your gears in overdrive, there they do grind the grist of your sweet flour.

[Alicia Hirshey]

Beautiful. Utterly beautiful

[Dream Weaver]

A moving and perceptive piece of inner
thoughts. Written so proficiently Neva..

[Forest Green]

Equally sharing life and love is the true high road for love; life's turns and winding valleys always pass by more pleasantly if someone is there who knows and feels alike, or nearly so, lending comfort and support, even though oftentimes it is unspoken.

Very nice poem...!

[Lily Mae]

I melt into your poetry. You never cease to amaze me..xx

[Joel M Frye]

A phenomenal write, Neva. As per the final stanza...careful of what you ask....

[Solidad]

"Drink my rain that kisses your heaven
Drops only you can see
Draw in each breath from my own
Dance with me now
Until out my heart, my taste
For freedom, is gone"

Your words flow with such languid ease. Like mead we all pass a cup filled with your language to see the vividly painted images in which you pen. J'adore

[likhnewala]

nice work...it transports you to that place where you know your mind could have been but yet lies unidentified..

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A sensual and a great poem my friend.

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Whoa, very, very elegant and thoughtprovoking. This is really brilliant poetry. Mind consuming and illusionistic thoughts pour from your pen. Simply brilliant.

[SpokenWord]

Neva, your heart is beautiful for it fills your pen with spender. This one to me speaks of the passions that are inside that are being tempted to come out. I like how this one suggest that only one can make your heart rain above their heaven it is a beautiful union of love.