Taste of You

The bond between us
does not quite speak to the stars
as precious carvings
but as seeds of happiness.
Here you see me in thought
rearranging reflections inside a message
held in glass.

Far away I hold my breath
then let it out to chase dream-filled sleep.  
Soft sighs escape
streaming through the night
in shells of kisses
moving ultimately to form this lovely
smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.
I taste them as whispers of you.
The bond between us does not quite
speak to the stars, but here
in my dreams is sung.

Author's Note

Artist - Mihai Criste

Reviews

[Arthur Henn]

Neva, I really like this one, especially the lines I copied below... They could be a poem by themselves.

rearranging reflections inside a message
held in glass.

moving ultimately to form this lovely
smile I keep.

Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.

but here
in my dreams is sung.

[Lily Mae]

Well you know I'd love this one :) xx ;)

[LadyNaida]

This is so beautiful!
My favorite part:
"Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.
I taste them as whispers of you.
The bond between us does not quite
speak to the stars, but here
in my dreams is sung."

When we cherish something or someone, their very essence becomes like a whisper, because when we think about them, we slowly emanate the very the memories and we savor them..so is almost like a whisper to our hearts.

[Moflo]

Great descriptions all around in this piece! I feel as though each stanza ends with this perfect qualifying line that is expressed beautifully. Great job.

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Again, really beautiful and a soft poem!

[Rene Velez]

you shell out some pretty sweet romanticals, great read

[Marie Harrison]

Quivering inside my dreams
are elaborate colors
that dance on my tongue.
I taste them as whispers of you.

Such a romantic and tender poem
Beautiful!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Quite, quite beautiful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

It clearly states the winding gapes of the lovers and loved ones that one seeks to renew but never quite makes it, a perfect pitch of intellect and flowed poetry, well done