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
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