forth within a hand filled as of blind hope.
beats the breath of bounds, that holds with in thy heart.
spilled from colors of moon light and darkness.
come to within the light.
which you have held in thy yellow eye.
for feeding thy lust for growth upon me.
bring to soar in the loving grace.
Jul 07, 2011
spring
About This Poem
Last Few Words: i really don't know why i called this one [spring] it just somehow feels of a time when its is still winter. but spring too.
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Hi night
i like this deep poem, I notice a misspelling in one word" loveing or loving"
Spring? Pleas explain the title, theimagery is night-time,
spring is most visible i day time. yellow eyes imply something demonic
lustter is not aword. Did you mean lustre or lust?
Could be something if you clarified your ideas and imagery.