She was in
The lavender room
Gazing at flowers in a vase
When my thoughts were all lonely
And tearing at my heart.
Her blue eyes
And pale face
Were seared into my soul
Like a psychic tattoo.
Always falling in love
In my wifeless world,
I could hold an earring
In my hand
That I saw her place
Upon her bed stand
And walk into eternity.
The lavender room is a stunning image for starters and this is heartfelt and longing. Beautifully written....
Her blue eyes And pale face Were seared into my soul Like a psychic tattoo. I imagine 'she' is someone not well known to the poet. Being too sensitive feels like a curse but the great strength of this lyric is that it flows from the heart with a direct and pure honesty most can relate to. I love the final line which evokes a strong romantic image but to be honest I differ from Tai Chi and am not too keen on the title.
lol Great title Uriah! So good to read you, because your work speaks to me. What a wild line, 'in my wifeless world' is. Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one has the lavender essence of a painting by Monet.So compelling so complete within itself. Beautiful as only sadness can be. Always your friend, Sandra