forever at your feet #poetry

take me out of my ancient prison

during a windy moonless night

suddenly break the wooden door

cut the heavy rusted chains

linked to my flesh

stained by my blood

take me in your arms and run with me

into the morning gardens of your soul

where children play and flowers sing

and I will be forever at your feet

waiting for your love touches to be born.

 

13 thoughts on “forever at your feet #poetry

  1. I can comment on this lovely spring feeling just thus

    balloon

    then we
    will be higher with all the beautiful people

    e.e. cummings

    me
    and maybe you too
    me too
    if we walk hand by hand under rain
    and maybe both me and you and rain
    with a balloon
    and maybe both me and you
    and all the children

    with a balloon

    if we walk hand by hand under rain
    it will be wonderful for
    the world

    with a balloon

    you
    and me
    all the children too
    and rain

     
    1. Thank you so much for this wonderful poetry!
      “in Just-
      spring when the world is mud-
      luscious the little
      lame balloonman
      whistles far and wee”

      e.e. cummings

       
      1. Oh, you are very generous … it was just a comment. Ah, how I love this verse
        spring when the world is mud-
        luscious the liter

        I am very grateful!

         

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