high priest

If words were beats 

your fingers plucked a prose 

and strummed the lines 

reliquary in form 

your poetry washes me anew 

Promises of tomorrow 

the serenity of today 

the sacredness of yesterday 

sing to me of far off places 

where only we exist 

and i will gather the remains of your art 

and store it so that on cold nights 

i can warm myself by its melodic memories 

and its whispered reminders of the spells you cast. 

Reviews

[Julia Ledo]

If words were beats, the line is almost ironic, every word carries a rhythm and the following lines continue in this song like quality. I like this one a lot

[Echoes of Eros]

You whisper such magical charms over the night through your words. There is a music of movement, of sighs, of longings that is a sweet worshipful dream. Oh, every single line creates a warmth of wonder. xo

[Isabel]

"sing to me of far off places", resonates with me. Very much liked it! Nice work.

[dan]

Crystal, I love how you metaphorically used music, notes and such to fold the piece neatly into a solid framework. The word play you employ is always so clever, such a direct hit...I marvel at every piece of yours I get to read. This piece, to me, is obviously about someone you respect a great deal, a mentor of sorts. You are indeed fortunate to have someone like that in your life.
Sorry this review took so long, I've been away for awhile. Coming home to superb writing such as yours is a treat. take care...dan

[Emily]

Love the meaning!
Keep it up Crystal!!

[Philip Muls]

Crystal, I like especially the ending. Reminders of the spells you cast is what we all can look back on when thinking about an old love lost but not forgotten.

[terry smith]

nice....especially the last part...like a blanket to keep you warm....:)