you would stand behind a veil
concealing wild white horses, swaying limbs of evergreen, and mystereyes wrapped in song
then your peach ripened lips began molding your fingers to form this very parable
you always found your way to follow me home
where you would rest in my dreams.
where Christ Himself must have been crucified to shred that hidden veil
and fulfill the predestined prophecy known as you and me
and now we dance more perfectly than waterfalls in spring
we sing more harmoniously than the morning birds of sunrise
backwards or forwards holds little prayers with us
for our love scribbles jealousy on the hearts of all who dare to see.
one day dreams will be reality
our sleep will become destiny
i will wake in the morning
and with you in my hands we will write joy on their doorsteps...
until then dear little one,
come with me, and we will dream some more
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i like some of the images in this poem, kurtis. im not sure if youre into "secular" poetry, but i could recommend some writers you might like. writers you could perhaps glean some style ideas from.
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