Heart Of The Matter
Where Beauty Sleeps
I sit in the silence,
Eyes closed,
Thinking those torrid thoughts, one shouldn't,
And quietly laying sombre ghosts to rest,
My blinds shut tight, as is my heart,
Yet still, the early evening sun streams through,
Lightening my mood,
To one of peace, calm and love,
I sit on ivory leather,
My only extravagance,
Sumptuous and soft to the touch,
And in total keeping with my own taste and style,
The leather comforts me,
Warmed by my touch,
And adorned by perfect pink cushions,
In smooth, sensual satin …….
My eyes remain closed, my mind open,
And I let the thoughts wash over me,
Cleansing and healing……
Painful wounds from a long distant past,
I love silence and sunlight,
It raises me to a high level of consciousness,
And I am numb, physically, feeling no pain,
My body cushioned by my now silent mind,
I find that place again, where beauty sleeps,
And awakens only, those such angels who pledge alliance to my soul,
I find the warmth within this place,
The love and light and the pure essence of the man,
Who once taught me well, yet cruelly, left for a while,
Only returning now and then,
To taunt, torment and tease.
My eyes open now,
The sun casts long shadows on the wall,
I smile, and place the now sweet, tender thoughts,
Right here; where they have found such a home.
Eyes closed,
Thinking those torrid thoughts, one shouldn't,
And quietly laying sombre ghosts to rest,
My blinds shut tight, as is my heart,
Yet still, the early evening sun streams through,
Lightening my mood,
To one of peace, calm and love,
I sit on ivory leather,
My only extravagance,
Sumptuous and soft to the touch,
And in total keeping with my own taste and style,
The leather comforts me,
Warmed by my touch,
And adorned by perfect pink cushions,
In smooth, sensual satin …….
My eyes remain closed, my mind open,
And I let the thoughts wash over me,
Cleansing and healing……
Painful wounds from a long distant past,
I love silence and sunlight,
It raises me to a high level of consciousness,
And I am numb, physically, feeling no pain,
My body cushioned by my now silent mind,
I find that place again, where beauty sleeps,
And awakens only, those such angels who pledge alliance to my soul,
I find the warmth within this place,
The love and light and the pure essence of the man,
Who once taught me well, yet cruelly, left for a while,
Only returning now and then,
To taunt, torment and tease.
My eyes open now,
The sun casts long shadows on the wall,
I smile, and place the now sweet, tender thoughts,
Right here; where they have found such a home.
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Where Beauty Sleeps
Where Beauty Sleeps
