see beneath the surface of things
things bound in gossamer wings
beneath the surface of my heart
where your love starts
things not yet floated to the top
how will they know when to stop
broken free broken loose
your love did me seduce
things held back held under
throwing all my fears asunder
all those things set free
letting me be me
things
suppressed
repressed
‘til
there
was
you
10 comments:
This one really hits - the words, the blue, the image.
Amazing the affect one can have on us. They free us to feel and even though that may bring vulnerability; it's a beautiful opening, regardless.
Ahh..Gypsy,how you touch my soul with your words..i can't describe how beautiful this piece is! amazing feeling it gave me..thank you for being so wonderful woman..:)
hugs tight
smiles:))
The feelings are brought so to life for me through your words. Love this Gypsy. The freedom to be oneself under the spell of love.
This is a Drowning In You... like the title of the pic I've just posted with my last poem...
Connected as we might...
You are unique my dear lady!
;)
there is something about the blue here, isn't there, trish! something luscious and lovely!
yes, truly a beautiful opening calli - even with the vulnerability - sigh -
and you know, dear rose, that is how i am moved by your own words!!! thank you, dear dear wild one!
you know, cowboy, that's really what love - true love - is, isn't it? the freedom to be the we that we are - the freedom to be!
oh, lady dulce, your words do honor me so! and i thank you!
now off to drown in your own words, lady!!! ;)
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