Feb 01, 2015 15:36
a/n: An original poem by me, written for my english class ahaha
Eye Contact
Oh gently, gently the balmy breeze sighs
As the mild river follows its flow
There is no sound as our eyes improvise
A lilting melody of stars unknown
A silver, longing sigh rises above
The running water as our hearts cry out
For fire, for flame to light the way to love
And to protect our tired souls from doubt
A shout echoes from the shore: the song breaks
Sweet heartstrings still their vibrations sadly
To face the newcomer, and the bridge shakes
As a friend intrudes on our melody
Every time I return here, a reprise
Sounds of water, stars, and your tender eyes.
poetry,
original work