Jacob Berg Poems
Comments about Jacob Berg
Absorbed into a serene slumber,
the Angel rests her tired soul.
Eyes closed, deep breaths rising and falling in her chest,
She wanders further into the lucid forest,
Her spirit serving as Her guide to the heavens.
I reach out- a gently trembling hand seeking Her silky flesh.
With a pause, hesitant, my fingers glide over Her back,
each stroke bringing another step forward to bliss.
Beauty with such purity is a rare sight in this world-
Love manifested into human form, perhaps.
Do I, mere shameful mortal I am, deserve to be graced with Her ...
Dark is the room where the victim lies;
cold is his shadow from beyond the obelisk.
brilliant images fill the mind with a drowsy ecstasy.
A desired self-image, one to wash away the current.
Gold and silver to overcome ashen gray
with their vibrant enlightening colors.
A light in the distance,
perhaps that of a distant shore where Heaven and Hell meet;