Jade Lilly

Her beauty, €˜twas as though a sparkling Lilly made of jade, ne’€™er
to fade. Mine eyes are bade betwixt her face and fierce grace, to
the privileged space about her waist where by her subtle charm
thine hand was placed to taste the fullness of her warm embrace.
She is a sun among the stars, her light sung to me of a love that can be ours.

To remiss her invitation would spell thy evisceration.
I could stare down a dragon and lift a laden wagon, yet
thine knees would grow weak with the weight of her loving arms.

The ethereal feel of the appeal we seal in a kiss is of the
purest bliss. Oft to mine surprise, I find the soft glow of
her diamond eyes begin to rise when ever we’re together.
Our swift hearts shall sail peacefully, prevailing under loves protection
in which ever direction this budding blossom may come to bare.

Her beauty, twas as though a sparkling Lilly made of jade, ne’er
to fade. I find the soft glow of her diamond eyes begin to rise as
she is a sun among the stars, her light sung to me of a love that can be ours.

Thank you Teasing, it's always a wee bit nerve wracking when you throw your work to a new wind and test it's wings.

Hi Leigh, thank you for reading.

Opaque Eyes

My world was born as I came to see torn reality.
Breathing in the warm wonders and cold cruelty of others,
blending it all into the fires of experience.

I came to the conclusion of blaming my confusion an ire
of dreams extinguished on outside interference, on the
opportunities chanced upon too late and the
happenstance of broken hands of fate.

In funneled fits of ignorance I placed the wrong importance in
things I knew to be superfluous, I was remiss to think I could not hurt
from this; I stood a silent witness to the mistakes I would come to make.

I watch the other ravens plan an love an €™ learn as I yearn to
take my turn among them, though there's little hope of 
improvement as my black feathers are translucent to opaque eyes.

My world was born anew as I came to see through the gaps
through the cracks of a boarded up reality, of the
truth deep inside staring back at me.

I burned in funneled fits to the hollow husk of who I am
where truth echoes of who Iove been in this world I’m€™ in.
In an echo an echo and an echo I let go and float below as
liquid fire an ire are maiming my desire to be someone else.

I watch the other ravens play an€™ love an€™ learn as I carry
my remains in a broken urn to the wind on wings of wisdom.
My world is born again with the healing hands of loving friends
whispering in the wind.

A lot of curios imagery for me in this, this was a fun read and nicely done.