Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
The Picture on My Wall
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SultryRose's Signatures
Those soft eyes looking down on me
Sending thoughts out to set me free
Dark shades of hazel
Golden green
Look far into their depths
For his fiery passion
Is there for me
A passion that has to be seen
You have to look and try
To reach the deep bottom of his eyes,
Lying hidden in inky depths
The purity of his soul
Only there will you come to know
Find your own self, and the love
He could show
To make you complete and whole
Speak and then listen to the reply
Listen to his words sigh
Heavily on the nights breeze
To lull you into peaceful sleep
He is an enchanter of dreams
And nothing he does ever seems real
But his heart will cause you to heal
If you surrender yourself to his eyes
The arrogant tilt of the head
The confidence of youth
His dark hair caught upon the wind
In locks that curl in velvet blackness
Loose hanging the pendant at his throat
Purest azure and gold caught to float
And gently come to rest
On the broad expanse of golden chest
Beads of red ochre and blue
The guardian of his spirit
Adorn his head with feather tipped white
To lie amid the blackness
The softness of his mouth
Full lipped and sensitive
Shaped like a bow
With a tenderness I would like to know
Sometimes I become aware
Of the intensity of his stare
It is almost as if he calls out to me
From the emptiness of his frame
So I sit and study him for a while
And waste a few hours wondering
What he would be like if he were real
Would my heart he try to steal
But he is after all
Just a picture on my wall
To sit and watch me as I type away
He looks over and guards me every day
Jayc
25th November 2004
For I am the dream maker...
Dream great dreams...
And they will come true...