playing catch up... have a good day - deborah
In Our Skin
Untamed,
you penetrate -
in aberrant circles,
sowing flames with
your breath
Your body burns
a memory - scorches
the soul with desire
for you
A slow sting,
the white singe,
that closes eyes
and purses lips -
brilliant and aware
life is in our skin
Deborah Russell © 2005
A Doubtless Dream (after Keats)
This tender autumn night, I am no stranger
to tragic love nor the countless, careless ways
my heart has dashed and know not
what flowers bloom at my feet, neither
the number of trees, I might pass
The grip of my eye holds fast to a dream
that survives and is destined to surpass -
to know love in all its beauty
and to know its everlast . . .
Through this dark and dreary Valley I travel
with the light of a doubtless dream
I am beautiful and eagle swift
I am love and all its bliss -
I am a soul fountain of full-throated
sparrow songs
This moon and all these stars, shine for me,
and there is but one - just one, that smiles
and nods and the rest? The rest were never
born for death but for immortal poetry.
Deborah Russell © 2000
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