Eyes at the Gate

Gino

Lovely eyes that never fix on me
within that terrible dawn that arrives at the gate,
But always yearns in a stir-of-dreams
that never stops spinning in a whirlwind of deceit

Keeper, keep me in the fold in a hold of prayer
for the old and wretched is in the vine
on the dusk of wine...

Beautiful spring-time blue, buoyancy in a summer-set red;
rectify to the world your mission in sunrise hues
on a deserted island of sand and leave...

Engage her resonating tune
within that hollow cool and bind sensation
of an outer heat that warmth's and laments her inner void...

  • Author: Gino (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2018 20:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    This stirred something in me

    • Gino

      Thank you Sylviasearcher.



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