Worshipping without words

TheFeatheredSleep

A lovely girl

when she smiles it is like the world is rent and light bursts through

she takes my breath away with her thin, flickered wrists and how the tip of her tongue is used as signal

for her mood

no ink permanent enough to score

her mark upon my soul

like first cherry blossom, fragile in the cold, endures

a hundred lifetimes could pass and wouldn’t be sufficient

to show the depth of my attachment to her

two skaters on frozen lake, cutting eights over each other’s traversed shapes

I finish where she starts and begin at her end, to each the other, ascending like fireworks in indigo wash

when I hold her preciously against myself and hear the softness of time pushing past

a pain seizes my courage, to imagine myself without her is impossible

lift my chin, you’ll see her in my eyes, her reflection, her electric movement

it is said, do not rely upon another, for you will bear their loss

I do not know how to separate myself, we are woven, we are of the same material

cut with the same scissors and fashioned into human cloth

they left a part connected, a tug I feel when she is far

like a fistful of light, she once burned so bright I saw only her outline

if she was free, she’d still slip away, into the night just before herald of day

leaving her perfume and perfect sigh, she’d gleam, in midsummer eve

lingering through opened windows and flung hands taunting, the day to never end

she is a girl with eyes from the ocean, there are invisible lines leading me back

to her slim clavical and the motion of her sleeping dance

she wakens me in a dream, I am not able to feel deeply

without her muse, she has the gentle spirit and I am fired to chase her

through bluebells, and thin white trees, cupping their hands of green

worshipping without words

19 thoughts on “Worshipping without words”

  4. I could quote so many lines in this, but I am going to rest right here, because this is simply beautiful:

    “when I hold her preciously against myself and hear the softness of time pushing past

    a pain seizes my courage, to imagine myself without her is impossible

    lift my chin, you’ll see her in my eyes, her reflection, her electric movement”

    I love the imagery and poignant descriptions all throughout the poem, Candice. This is the type of work that is priceless.

  8. There is such a reverent holiness in these words for words. It’s soothing to a raging soul.

  13. Omg, yes!!!! You know that ever word in here is a native feeling in my heart. So much beauty in admiration and love for another human soul. This is breathtaking, Shieldmaiden. ❤ absolutely love it.

    “like a fistful of light, she once burned so bright I saw only her outline” wow!…..*sigh*

  17. This is breathtaking. I want to be her for someone. I want someone to worship me just as much as you revere her.

    Keeping in mind that the first thought that came to mind was that you wrote of mother and child, I guess my comment means a lot. I do wish my mom could have shown me the love every young human being deserves.

    And then… I also wish to be loved this way now. I guess I’m still longing for that love I have never known.

    And yet… yet I understand the feelings you describe for yourself. I feel it for each of my children. And for my Love. Or Loves.

    And the poetry of this is… as I said, simply breathtaking. I wish I had your talent!
    XO

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