Sealed In the Smoothness of You

Would I be saved by the passing of my trembling hands
Over the tears that fall from my skies
If my pleasure was sealed in the smoothness of you
If all of my vanishing light began flashing
Like a trail of shooting stars
Could I see the miracle
Known as the truth

If you descended from where I have walked on fire
Where fear does not torment or stain
Would I know you have come to fill all the holes
That now dwell inside of my secret soul
The ones held closed by my fingers
To keep from spilling feelings
Not to be named

In these hours my eyes have stared with intensity
Strong as the air I live and breathe
They have been lined by time with all that I am
One-half of me can recognize myself
And there has been no telling
If my other half……..
Gave a damn

Now everything has faded into pieces of a puzzle
Creating a picture known as truth
I sit still and wonder where each piece fits
Inside the half of me I can recognize
That would walk on fire to feel
My pleasure sealed
In the smoothness of you

Reviews

[Michael X]

I love this and the sentiment that reminds me of a golden light casr by candle and the thoughts that pour into a classic moment of beauty, when the heart
expresses it's ever sense of poetic feeling, your words are overflowing with
care and anticipation, remarkable job on this Neva :)

[unknown]

Wonderful poem :)

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Neva, this was just tremendous, once again you have touched on something that moves me to my core. I wish I could learn to articulate as well as you. For I have no fear to speak my mind, I just wish I had the words to voice it as well as you always seem to for me and I am sure many others. xo

[∂αʌ<..]

the precision with which you write each verse of this peom is amazing...
and it kind of emits all those feelings that you portrayed so well in this poem!
masterpiece!

[Art]

this is interesting writing Neva...we seek even the truth of ourselves and find it within the desires of another or the opposite of ourselves...being that we understand ourselves and don't at the same time...funny how we can create and be whomever we wish to be...

[Poetic Beauty]

Many times we feel as if our wholeness has vanished or that we have a missing piece. That we can no longer see the real person we are and it takes time to regain that. the imagery in this poem is stunning and the words flow with delicate precision.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very nice.