Monday, March 06, 2017


I was told, I had come to a place of love

Had I not met with her golden hair, on this day

I would have felt her, anyway

For in the sky, her eyes, they stare at me

As I walk, she follows me from behind

I know her as I count the sands, how deep she stands

As I retreat from her tears, so sweet

I know her kiss has touched my lips, salt-sweet

And, in the coast, there is another side to her tortured smile

If it were not for her elegance, and majesty

I would be overcome by her raw mystery

And, though, she holds me in her breath

I find myself, alone, with words

For she speaks to me, without a tongue

Thus, I dream to know her thoughts

And, as her brow sweeps her eyes, goodbye

I know that love is in my eyes.


Poetry © Linda Cull


Linda Cull is an artist and author, and blogger at Spirit my way® covering spirituality, inspired creativity, and transformative experiences. Read more…


  • Barbs says March 6, 2017 at 10:59 pm

    So beautiful! Xx

  • Linda Cull says March 22, 2017 at 12:53 am

    Thanks, lovely. X