gold eyes x
How often have I wished I was blind
to your piercing gaze,
or deaf
to the low timbers of your voice.
But I loved the world that allowed me to hear
you
tonight,
as the phantoms flew around you
and the grief and love woven into those songs
still did not pale even when he cried "Hallelujah!",
kissed by fire.
And I cannot thank the world enough
for the gift of sight,
that drew my eyes to you
amidst whispers of roses
only to find, staring back,
something that had her fingers faltering -
almost -
though she caught herself, at the last moment.
Then,
again and again throughout the evening.
The laughter, the summer sun outside,
the soft smiles and loud joys
of music and song
and...
something I dare not name...
I long for your gold eyes,
for a smile,
for an ending to this madness.
The perfect ending.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
