she is lying in a warm bath
there are diamonds in the water
the dead stones
her metaphor

in the darkness
the diamonds give off a light shadow
she looks at the poem of her life in the dark
and how she could never stand still
and never release her inhibitions
without running into the clouds
that could never hold her
even in the dark she could see everything
but anything too close like her soul
she was blind
until the tears of god
burned a memory into her conscience

she learned how to separate her love
from her life
and in the meantime her tears
she was told would dry up
as she walked on fire
but I saw them fall like rain
and how her eyes were a land
where rain needed to fall
to hold beauty in the white meadow
of her eyes
to water what she could still hold onto
I know the secret to her strength
it is that she can still be weak

she never forgot to pass through the garden
where her fruit grew from her vine
as she walked here in her dreams
it carried her through the cement meadow
it was as real to her as anything else
except her mind could not experience her sin
her heart was leaking emotions into her soul
she is as genuine as a wave in an emerald sea
sometimes crashing
sometimes gentle
but never changing her essence

very nice jim (hugs)

very nice jim (hugs)

Very good!! I really like the explict decribing of the woman!! Very sensual........

Very nice

nice poem i hope to hear from you later

Once agan jimz, this moves me...
Beautiful and sad at the same time...
Is it sad that I understand this completely?
To distance love and emotion so that reality no longer exists,
Only the day to day struggles of life...

sweet, "only the day to day struggles with life" hmmm, wouldn't it be amazing if when all is said and done that one quote turned out to be the greatest act of love of all - the fact that an individual kept on keeping on?

Wow Jim!! Very descriptive and beautiful. Thanks for sharing....

jimz, this was very good enjoyed it very much you do have a way with words