Journey to Heaven
Sweet romance and parted lips
Clothes are off, we’re hip to hip
Dancing love’s sweet lullaby
Each tender kiss unleashing its sigh
Passion burns in hazy eyes
The fire starts and tension dies
Caressing hands convey their love
Bringing us so high above
The world’s a shadow, far below
As we dance higher, nice and slow
Among the stars, gravity’s gone
And we hold on until the dawn
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Incomplete | 0 | 11/29/2012 |
| The Whole | 0 | 10/16/2010 |
| I forever Bleed | 1 | 08/04/2010 |
| Tribute | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Discovery | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Rejected | 1 | 06/10/2009 |
| Pure Misery | 1 | 09/08/2009 |
| Getting By | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Regret | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Me | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Fly Away | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Constant Emptiness | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Life | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Running | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Peace | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Toilet Paper Blues | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Solid Ground | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Understand | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Perfection | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Journey to Heaven | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
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