gift for me

living in fantasy better than here,

stoned alone i wish i could hear

sound of your voice and grass of your eyes

only for you i'd trade my skies

and sell my soul, 'cause you are the one 

i think i could know

goddess is powerful in her arms

now i am walking over cursed ground

she is my heroine, why won't she save me

from demon's heart burning inside?

walking through worlds,

collector of beings

making us all hungry

and in the wish of poison..

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

It is a dangerous garden we all walk through. Love is a minefield. You've captured that here.

[chimetime]

Reminds me of my most serious relationship. First stanza is very good. The third stanza is weak and did not elicit much emotion for me.

[isus]

thanx on reading :)

[Cathy Wattam]

You certainly evoke some interesting imagery. You are definitely one I think I could know!

[isus]

thanx Cathy :)

[Frontier]

grass of your eyes...what an original and brilliant image. :)

[Bowers]

Wow, this is a very powerful and thought provoking piece youve written. I expecially love the second stanza, but the line that stands out to me most is 'only for you i'd trade my skies and sell my soul, '" the beauty in these words grabbed my attention. Love intwined in such creative imagery. A great write my friend!

[isus]

thanx bowers, you are too kind :)

[Bowers]

You are most welcome :)