Sea spilling like stars
Eye lashes sewn so perfectly
Turning lovers into wild things
Finding the peace that writes
That writes with this age
This age where I could be a child
Still and untouched
Inside a love that holds never letting go
Sea spilling like stars
Eye lashes sewn so perfectly
Turning lovers into wild things
Finding the peace that writes
That writes with this age
This age where I could be a child
Still and untouched
Inside a love that holds never letting go
Mari, again you capture feeling so well–magical to read this!
Oh Susan – love has finally graced my hands.
Thank you as always, me. .
My dear Mari, you have such a gift for composing verses of love that are very compelling, that reach so effortlessly into the hearts of others. Very endearing, your voice. Such a wonderful heart you have.
I am in love, and I blame him for my words
Thank you . .
reminds me of clive barker and I’m not sure why….lovely
is it because love can be tragic?
Blame him Mari…it matters not ~ just lovely you are in love
oh absolutely my friend!
Everyone needs that cradling love… how beautifully put Mari.
Oh yes, much agreed! – Thank you Holly!
love when that happens
I and me agree : )
Lovers can indeed turn into wild things but learning to remain still and untouched is a life saving skill.
Thanks for this!!!
O’ Joe absolutely – Pace pace I pace now . . .
Hi Mari, I really like where your poetry is going with this one.
It sounds as if you in the zone
David. L
Well thank you so very much David ; )