taking colours she has stolen
from out my sweetest dreams
she paints a journey
leading from my heart
through crowded rooms
and whisperings
to my waiting train stood long
now ready to depart
pastel shades of blue become
golden fields aflame
casting jewels of sheer desire
'cross the canvas of my soul
pulse of passion clouds my sight
as light of reason slips
and brutal urge within creates
needs beyond control
the early hours reach out
and crawl to light of dawn
where hearts lay fragile, tender
beneath a quilt of fear
emboldened love reassures
in passion now re-born
and hesitation 'ere within
lifts her veil and disappears
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is a tale of falling in love after a long period of self imposed indifference to the opposite sex
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A real painting with words - so cleverly written and to my artists heart.
You're very kind sir, i had most of this hanging around for a while and finally stuck it together. Thank you.
Beautiful write with great imagery.
Thank you, very much appreciate your words.
Good write DA.
Thank you sir!
Beautiful picture!
There's raunchy bits in it too. Thank you Lorna.
hello dusk rising .. i cannot help but LOVE this ! i love how you mention colours, the colour blue and gold and your reference to you / your heart as being like a train now again ready to depart, no longer on hold for love but accepting its arrival and moving forwards .. your ending line is beautiful
''emboldened love reassures
in passion now re-born
and hesitation 'ere within
lifts her veil and disappears''
i love how you speak of of your hesitation being like a girl with a veil..
a truly enjoyable read ..
Charlotte, thank you so much for your comments. For once i feel a reader has really read and understood the meaning of my words. The train metaphor is one i had held in mind for a long time, envisaging a powerful steam train and the wonderous journeys they undertook.
Im so pleased you enjoyed reading this and i can assure you i found your comments really enjoyable too. Thank you again.
What an amazing write.
You have vividly painted the revival of passion..
“the early hours reach out
And crawl to the light of dawn
Where hearts lay fragile, tender
Beneath a quilt of fear”
I love the lines above, I feel the blissful vulnerability of this moment ❤️
Thank you so much for reading and commenting here. Yes i think you've absorbed my meanings in the metaphor and understood the delicacy of those moments.
everything about this poem is near perfect.. everything...N
Looking at this piece one year later, i see why i am in a dry period. My thoughts, inspiration and fascinations cannot rise to the same level as this at the moment. Thank you for drawing my attention back to this piece.
To be honest re reading it i am fascinated that i produced such work. Hopefully I'll get there again.
You are very generous in your comments and i appreciate your words very much.
I have no doubt you will find your muse again
This grabs attention from its first line - late love can come when least expected and colour every day and night dream.
He he he, i live in hope of that late love. Not ready at the moment tho, for it is as they say... you have to love yourself first to be worthy of love.
This piece was a long time in the making from its initial inspiration in 2005 after which it was incomplete till 2018.
Thank you for your comments today.
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