Friday, December 19, 2008

Eyes of Glass

Once again, I felt like writing another poem because I love seeing my works published for all to read. it's like being a published author, without the annoying publishers threatening not to publish your work unless you make their approved corrections.

A soul is the spirit that glows inside
That fuels the heart and colors we feel
The soul is unreachable
From the outside world
Concealed from the human quest
Impossible to hold, steal, or defeat
The soul remains untouchable from the outside
Intangible to the hands
Tangible to the heart
Impossible to access through the physical realm

Except to our fragile eyes
Eyes of glass
Where one can feel beyond life’s limitations
Eyes of clear
Eyes,
The pathway to seek one’s soul
The ability to reach into another’s heart
The eye can seek out one’s pain
The eye can seek one’s fear

Eyes of glass
Eyes so clear
So delicate
To the midst of shatter
The eye can tear and cry
The eye can brighten and shine
Our feelings send the signal
Expressed by the soulful eye

One can love a soul
One can hurt a soul
One can bless a soul
Through our eyes comes expression
A connection that leads to the passageway
The pathway to the hidden soul

Our eyes are so fragile
But they are the key to the heart of man
The key to secret world hidden beneath
Our eyes of glass
The secret doorway
That lead me to find love
Love expressed through the oneness of souls
I found when we first together locked eyes

Saturday, December 6, 2008

The Betrothal

I was reading a bunch of sonnets on this nippy Saturday afternoon, and I felt in the mood to write a poem based on love.

The Betrothal

Two forms of blemished flesh
Imperfect in their singularity
But when together fiducially bond through faithfulness
They become perfect wholly as one flesh

A bond forged by the heart of God
His gift
A binding knot
An endless coalescence
That binds concordantly these two as one

This betrothal like two eager streams
Feasting to each other in confluence
This conjunction joining both man and woman
Through a bond by which God himself endeared
To make man clutch to woman
And woman cling to man
To form a connubial bond between them
As they lay together in sweetest blasé

A clement gift God so gave his people
Coalescence binds these two
With the drop onto one knee
And a fiery diamond gliding onto her finger
And a sealing kiss to set the promise in stone
And God ties the very knot
And remolds his once blemished fleshes
Into a conformed flesh of one