Then You... - Poem by John Earing
Darkness engulfing my sight, even though I can feel the heat of light on my face.
Thoughts of white clouds with silver linings, yet the storm brings lightning and thunder.
The waves from the sea of passion bringing the even flow of bitter sweet drops of love that I can't reach with my tongue.
Grasping for the aromatic scent of kind emotion but only inhaling the remanence of past beauty.
Forcing my mouth to utter words of joy with the weight of the tears from the pain of ending weighing heavy on my mouth.
Longing to touch the soft petal of the reddest rose of charity and being pricked by the thorn of the strongest deception.
Then you...opening my eyes. The brightness of joy filling my sight with the wonder of happiness.
Then you...Moistening my wanting lips with the taste of heaven, quenching the thirst of my barren heart.
Then you...cultivating my soul, nurturing my emotions for the harvest of my love.
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