The stars are your eyes the moon is your forehead the sky is your face awaiting the sun The clouds are you lips and they long to be kissed they cradle me softly awaiting the sun Your reflection on the ocean remains sailors light their mirror to heaven as they pass through the night So please shove and wake me when morning has come and I'll gather thee swiftly awaiting the sun
09/29/2005
Posted on 09/29/2005Copyright © 2024 Joseff Marat
i love your imagary and especially the third verse. i agree with kerowyn, beautiful!
I can appreciate this poem more now. =)
I liked it before too though.
This was indeed lulling; when I read the first line of the fourth stanza, I wasn't sure I liked it, thought it was out of place, a bit too harsh for the poem, but you immediately brought back the softness so completely, I ended up loving the impact.
