Eternity's Glare

By Firebird

Tue, 23 Feb 2010
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I stand in the shadow of the sweetest kiss,
humbled by your beauty. Gently,
I bow to the majesty of a forgotten touch.

I reach deep into the dusty vault
and pull forth a memory. Gently,
huddled behind an old pocket of pain.

Fresh; open; raw;
It trembles in my hands, gently;
Unsure as to my intentions.

Words fail my uncontrollable thoughts
as mixed emotions sweep back and forth
across a blank canvass. Gently,

I sink to the floor.
Drained.
At peace.
The tear filled , crest fallen hero.
Scarred.
Bruised from the fight.

Yet as I gaze into the light of my future's past,
I see your shadow , gently ,
reaching out a guiding hand
to save me from myself and Eternity's glare...

I drift away...
gently
x

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Love

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is beautiful, as are your poems, Firebird;-) This stanza especially:- "Yet as I gaze into the light of my future's past, I see your shadow , gently , reaching out a guiding hand to save me from myself and Eternity's glare..." Tina x

 

Submitted by Firebird on
Thank you , Tina x:) Thank you so much for your kind words of encouragement.

 

Submitted by shoe on
Emotive writing Firebird, "I reach deep into the dusty vault and pull forth a memory. Gently, huddled behind an old pocket of pain." I like the way the pain is old,

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'I reach deep into the dusty vault and pull forth a memory. Gently, huddled behind an old pocket of pain.' - I too love this stanza, Firebird! Beautiful piece ;) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Firebird on
Thanks shoe , thanks Magic xx many , many thanks for reading and commenting x:)so pleased you both liked it x Have many old pockets of emotion...each has to be taken out , dusted down and released xx