poem: Ephemeral Promises

speak, my dear friend, of naught but truth forever more, and be not afraid to shine

Ephemeral Promises

Visit me tonight, while you dream of beautiful things-
like the dew, the starlight, the way the wind rustles the leaves-
and the revelations confessed only in hints-
While reality was held, for that moment, suspended.

Tease my creative mind awake with your startling insight ,
Soothe my troubled heart with your kindest words
Take this exhausted body gently into your embrace-
And make love to my spirit as if forever were really ours to grasp.

Let the dew soak into our raimants cast upon the ground
and the starlight sustain us in remembered innocence-
Let the breezes carry the cries of two hearts' longing,
to that place where dreaming souls entwine, dancing in the open air

The fireflies will blaze like beacons of hope in this world-
as nebulas explode in our hearts in another,
Your inner diamond’s light filling and replenished by
The whispered breath of my soul, passing by, and through-

 

a messenger, perhaps, if nothing more. Awaken- for you have been freed.

 

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I am speechless , you did it again , and this time , its one of the most beautiful love poems I ever read :)

Let the breezes carry the cries of two hearts' longing,
to that place where dreaming souls entwine, dancing in the open

What can I say, when two souls belongs to each other, the distance is double, the more you try to get closer , you feel the way just become longer , when two souls love each other, there is no distance between, just the time that will pass , until they meet again :)

Yossi

[Sorry Infamous]

This was powerful, beautiful. Absolutely wonderful. You burn images in the readers mind. You have something that makes people want to read your words over and over agian.

[raining]

I have read this a few times now.

very good, and there were not superfluouse holes in it. whole fabric, actually well done. there is still as you already know some place s now that you have to go to. like you have reached HERE, and now must go on, improve, drive yrself. it is the way you weem to write, always motion toward the next poem. to be conscious of yrself is important in poetry, while in short stories the realizations seem to follow the work. before the poems i work on now i mostly did stories. sooo....

i certainly see why you win contests, i have tried that as well but i am too sloppy and careless...well i really dont know how to actually write a real poem to tell you the truth.

what you write is so excellant. bye raining.

[Cool Handless Luke]

it seems like your words are somehow beautiful no matter what the subject may be - i suspect you could manage to make a monster seem attractive if you so desired. but i like this one very much. since it seems there is always some confusion or mystery to my dreams it's refreshing to find a sense of hope in the possibilty you have rendered.

[Tony]

a short lived lover or a fleeting muse of beautiful words. This is a wonderful and gentle piece of your heart. The word choice is perfect. I enjoyed this very much. You are an excellent writer.

Antony

[Through the Gateway]

Absolutely beautiful, as always. It touched me deeply. The imagery struck me so vividly I thought that I might have been there. Wistful, yet hopeful. Don't give up on your dreams.