They turn a million revolutions while
Looking into my eyes
Yet you stand in solid transparency
Arresting time
Conversations in hushed chambers of stolen minutes
Inventing an intimacy of enigmatic adoration
Platonic, passionate, surreal and peaceful
Standoffish, familiar and sublime
Time moves on and the seconds pulse with a world of
Prospects orbiting love and affections ticking
Tocking words that blur swirls of who they are
Illuding to love but eluding their object
Declarations and seasonal proclamations
Etched into the sands of an hourglass
That turn with the slight of the hand
Hearts devoted into hearts that readily reject
A whirl of love thunder and chatter
Never addressing heart and soul matter
Your voice rises like a counter melodic sigh
Breaking through clouds the eyes of time
Copyright ©2005 J. R. Hollyday
You are never at a lost for beautiful phrases with melodic clusters of words that grow in that flowered garden part of your feminine mind. But why still platonic like two lovers standing back to back, afraid of commitment? Or have I simply misread this work?
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I love your style. You take me on a platonic, passonate journey, and we've just met! I will read more. Bill
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