Horizon

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Horizon

Nowhere thou art
Then where thou art.
Its like zephyr that blew
Made me felt of thee beyond lee.

Till I yearned to breath it in,
It was gone in whirlwind.
I didn't know;
What epitome of emotion I'd lo.

But sturdy was it
In its own way fit.
The woman in me
A fragile stuff as she.

Urged thy presence;
Deep in my sences.
I heard thee hither
May be staring thither.

With every drizzle on my visage,
I felt the green of my age.
How it more urged for rain?
How it incited in fain?

It was then down the green hill cedern cover galore;
The clouds bellow.
There my benign sight,
Caught thy eyes alight.

The jiffy doth bide;
When thine eyes locked mine.
Amidst us lie to daze.
The green deep chasm palled in surreal haze.

The droplets lash,
Thence out with dash.
I never knew those reflexs
And deemed the gaze would never deflect.

Behind me was the shades of green woods.
Aye- shades of green- my hood.
The deluge did accentuate it.
Embellished the emerald, the colour of wit.

Before me thee,
Mein akin a Roman God, all power set free.
Behind tho the sapphire livid dell:
The sky into the waters, splayed and fell.

I tacit the caress of thine eyes,
Beseeched "Be mine" and never lie.
The wind blew, my long long dark hairs blew.
An enchanting fragnance it threw.

I knew thou enamoured the smell,
And the spell.
Thine chest inflated.
My woman longed, melt and deflated.

Hitherto which never chanced,
Anew on us, it lanced.
The angels viewed a panorama so ornate
Ripped open soul's, sentiments inert are sate.

'Twas a figment, a horizon.
Merging the green and blue zones.
The green was me
And the blue was he.

Unified we in an eerie way;
Staggering us and not to say.
'Twas a mixture of amatory and platonic souls;
The distances fade and fold.

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truth917 commented on Horizon

09-26-2010

Perfectly written. Wow Im in awe! YOur work has a great way of keeping one interested

bonny

09/27/2010

Thank you a great deal

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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