Silken Mirror - Poem by Astral Shepherd
The empty gnawing my heart makes
burrows deeper within my soul
caverns of solitary desolation and
I cannot contain the growing urge
nor the desire to escape my skin.
My arms hang in helpless surrender,
naked to the truth of my sensations;
coveting the rising awareness I see
captured within a smile, a glance
no other earthly creature can bestow.
Her God-esse elegance cascades
descending heavenly staircases;
with delicate flowing allurement,
each step rhythmically oblivious,
indifferent to my attentive admirations.
I, an emaciated forgotten phantom
languishing within my longings,
devour this Essence of Beauty
as parched earth soaks in Spring rains,
luxuriating within the radiance of her grace
My soaring mind ascends in sighing
aloud its billowy clouded dreams;
not content to bask within her splendor,
I grasp for the lustrous image displayed;
seeking to become the palette, a silken mirror,
an ambiguous being, indistinct from the gaze.
Floral fragrances that now fill the air,
filling my shadowed emptiness with velvet
caressing songs of echoing wind chimes,
avert the hollow desperation and
my heart stills its anxious beating now
safe within ecstatic elation and silent peace.
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