Man with the Sapphire Eyes
By Silver Spun Sand
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A branch, tapping
on the window, wakes me.
I watch him half-smile
in his sleep, as if cradling
the child he once was
in his arms;
strands of hair,
soft and weeping,
silently stutter
with the flutter
of his eyelids...lost
in some half-dream,
half-awake reverie.
Shards of sunlight –
pierce the blinds;
outside, blades of grass,
hang heavy – teardrops
at their tips. His skin, moist
and cool to the touch
hints of sandalwood
and ivory musk.
Visions of him
still vivid in my mind,
as an artist dreams
of a palette filled
with undiscovered colours,
and so shall I dream
until he becomes
my final adumbration
when the sky shifts –
and Love-in the-Mist
sparkles with the opal pearls
of morning, sweet and golden
as a buttermilk pancake kiss...
as I surrender to him
as a wind-flower in all
its sapphire glory, bends
to a passing breeze.
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Wow, congratulations Tina,
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What beautiful sentiments in
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As usual, a lovely mix of
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This is a gem full of
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What a lovely poem. Lucky
Linda
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Congratulations on your 45th
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45 years? Wow, wow and even
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Hi Tina, how the hell did I
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new Silver-Spun-Sand Hi!
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