moths drawn to you
are desperately needful
of their night sky's fire and flame
what I would do to hear
every story in your
tidal voice
subsuming and gently vibrato
when you are just
of unrepeatable beauty
someone to love their rain
I love you, truly
through any moonlit hailstorm
across any electric ocean
To feel your unfading caress
Did I actually stumble across
Did I actually stumble across greatness? A heartsong, uncommon, almost ethereal, several steps above the everyday? I believe I have.
I was about to log out when I glanced at the first line of your masterpiece (I almost never use that word) on the homepage and found myself lured back in. Wow. How many writers have tried put a new spin on that simile and somehow fell short, but your prowess of language made it soar.
The entire monument of eloquence and expertise was a breathless, exceptional experience that made my day. Truly.
Peace and Light.
Your assessment of this poem
Your assessment of this poem is 110% accurate!
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
thank you
You're so incredibly kind to me whenever you read my work, thank you again.