Here, in the warm white fog,
our smiles contain miracles,
miracles only an ancient love
could ever manifest.
My blood turns to wine.
The edges of shadow harden.
Time fills with tears.
Let us surrender
the sky we stole
from the gods.
Yours is a truly beautiful soul, David.
My kind of poem, David - short, but packed with powerful imagery and perspective. Linda :)
Truly inspired work. Don't be in a hurry to give that sky back...
Marvelous work. Thank you, David.
Nicely done. Where do we separate our fantasy from reality, and which do we prefer to live in. In the realm of the Romantics with this piece.
There is a marked element of mysticism here, which coupled with a string of beautiful words casts a spell on the reader. I quote a few lines: Time fills with tears /...Let us surrender / the sky we stole / from the gods.
Confession and repentance nicely written.
Nice poem with a strong message. Loved it.
Let us surrender the sky we stole from the gods. So wise, so true, so beautifull!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
'My blood turns to wine.'