Friday, November 4, 2011


Thoughts of you will not stop
they twine roots and vine like ivy,
my being whirls from soft refrains,
knee deep, bold and envy

To be close to you and in your space
amongst the things you hold dear,
grip the things we cannot see,
hope, faith, dreams far and near

The day your eyes reflect in mine,
a pool of blue, a sultry hue,
released and free the soul can live
while being near to you

@gmcknight '11

My Mare Ivy's Mane


Jewelsy said...

I love horses. I used to have Arabs. BTW I'm following you on google...
Could you follow me back?

Balqis said...

A very beautiful poem. :)