Nary a doubt must your heart murmur Whereby the creatures of the sky and land gather to feed on heaven's abundance in the open.Come forth my love, Rest easy your frets. In light steps must your form find me, Resting in sweet surrender inside Earth's sweet bower.
'Tis here Gaia summons the wind, On a conch dazzling with rhinestones, And the sky in pearly reverence weeps, to witness her nameless divine. She walks in lithe grace and the hills and mountains tremble in adoration while grasses part in delight to make way for her gazelle feet.
What gaiety must the sunflower feel when the bees cluster to woo her affection 'neath the amber sun! What delight it is to have the wind kiss my flaming cheeks the colour of a cherry!
Anxious beats my heart, waiting for your footfalls. When your form finds my outstretched arms, I shall bedeck your tresses with stars and kiss away the city's smog from thine eyelashes and poetry shall find us running among golden fields, serpentine cities could never truly understand.
You look like a dream Walking barefoot Under the midnight sun And the earth trembles Like a mad heart trapped Inside a paper ribcage, Skies blush and swoon And stars fall on your feet Following you around like fireflies Infatuated with the sound Of a beating silence
You look like an angel in disguise But I beg your pardon, Aren't you a genie in a bottle Whispering webbed moonlights?
Your name, The religion of my heart The indigo truth I write In the palms of forever And it feels like a sin To wrap my fingers Around the veils of your smile
My heart sings The silver symphony Of the nightingale Growing a garden in my chest Where the bees are praying From moonrise to sunrise
You walk like a dream In the aisles of broken solar eclipses Fireflies follow you around Worshipping the dewy holy ground, And flowers sigh out loud Wishing the night never ends As the sun steals the moon A good night kiss When dawn walks in Dreamy under your spell.
I never knew social distancing would turn me into this creepy kinda person. As you know offline classes are rolling and I spend most of my time traveling to and fro.. Which is tedious. But yesterday I saw someone who was a sight for my sore eyes. So this not a poem is dedicated to that cute stranger who was wearing a light blue T-shirt and dark blue jeans. Sigh.
I'll try something else for today's challenge. This piece is for my stranger.
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The Zenith of Poetic Euphoria ~
I love the ambience art that articulates the arduous amendments into aesthetic ambrosia I love the brio burble of byzantine balladry that embalms the buxom air enlightening embers I love the clangour of classics declouding the caligo that cantrips the catharsis of caelum I love the deiform daydreams that accentuate the deeds and desires to deesis anabiosis I love the effulgent emission of komirebi encircling the realms in ethereal enchantments
I love the floresta of flowerets framing faraway hiraeth that fixates my fantasies I love the glossy garments and glittery garlands that poetry adorn my ardent soul I love the halo of halcyon days laying and layering on hallways of whilend hallucinations I love the intense inklings of the mind ignifing the incandescent indwells of the soul I love the jocund journals of jovial as well as jarring hearts pirouetting the purpose of life
I love the kaleidoscopic thoughts overcoming the kalopsia of moments and oracling knowledge I love the lonesome mangata lightening the tapestry of deepening doldrums as a solasta I love the metanoia marvels of wandering monks and meandering nefelibata soaring high I love the nubivagant nuances prancing through the welkin of nomadic aislings I love the oratory obeisance of a solitary soul to the dawning era of renaissance
I love the phosphenes pondering within budding twineyes unfurling in my poesy I love the quivering notations revolving around the strings of my rhythmic passion I love the reflection of reminiscence wavering as prismatic beams on the face of agelast I love the susurrus swish and swirl of ink that has harmonized with the rhythm of my respire I love the theurgy of solitude embracing the scintilla of sensibilities evoking eunoia
I love the undivided attention of a moment transpiring as ukiyo, prevailing in tranquil I love the voracious ventures of a wholesome vagabond swirling through the frames of time I love the wakening warmth of aurora lighting up hopeful hues slumbering in shadows I love the xanthic tint of parchment longing for promising engravings to beam upon ages I love the yodelling syllables of a metamorphosing poet yearning for the ears of just
I love the zenith of poetic euphoria, the everlasting zeal of a poet, the eternal elixir of imagination