Words....Not Needed Here
by Khari D. Hawke
What say you man of little word
with eyes a-float on heaven's breath,
of this hearts cries of joys unheard
for conquest o'er eternal death
what say u of the light not dim
when dawn reflects Apollo's light,
this heart awaits the sound of him
who lights it with his godly sight
what say you jailer of this crave
this thirst my soul transforms to lust.
what say you of the calling grave
your touch has crumbled to the crust
what say you of this joyful pain
that cupid's arrow dawns the wake
this heart gave up for you to gain
caressed within a turbid lake
not much to say but more to give
receive the heart that found your stare
and scrambling thru the mortar's sieve
in search of words... not needed here. |
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