No. 5

 To walk amongst the wood with fingers entwined
on a Northwestern eve in early June;
watch the umber in your eyes as they shine
with the sunlight that softly transudes through.
To bury our toes in warm Grecian sands
while your curls tickle a crescent moon breast;
nothing but laughter and love in our hands
as twilight rolls in waves from the west.
To witness artic circle endless days,
the snow fall in the phosphorescent sun,
and the selfish frost bites my tongue away
so the rustling fir trees will speak my lust.
For without you these worlds would cease to be,
simply my own empty eternity.

Reviews

[Jeff Miller]

My favorite lines are are the last two. "For without you these worlds would cease to be, simply my own empty eternity."

I can sympathize with that feeling deeply, it's amazing!

[Dr Poet]

It's funny how one of my poems got reviewed again after a long time and how its ending lines have a lot in common with the closing words of this poem of yours in which I bumped quite by chance one minute after.
Here I feel a profound effort to disclose the meaningfulness of creation around us, which is always a delightful, silent call for deepening our understanding of the multilayered relationship between us and the majesty of nature.
A piece made of delicate yet powerful imagery and sensibility.

[DavidRyan]

Why don't I have a longhand copy of this from you?

[Leap]

I have this written longhand from you and I still love it.

[Alfred's Word]

Outstanding poem,very touching and the flow is very good,nice work!

[Morbid Angil]

this is good stuff here. its the yen to my yang.

[barricade]

a beautiful write...and a lovely imagery! loved the ending...

"For without you these worlds would cease to be,
simply my own empty eternity."

such powerful words! so beautiful...so true!

a lovely piece! i liked it!

regards
barricade...