zaac

There is a place
where my love feeds a fountain
There is a place
where my shadows fire the light
There is a place
where heaven kissed me
on my cheek
There is a place
where I learned to believe

In your eyes
bluer than the ocean
In your smile
wide as the sky
In your laughter
I find myself drowning
In your little hand
may you always find mine

There is a place
where angels dream of flying
There is a place
where the stars stand in awe
There is a place
where summer lasts forever
There is a place
where whispers meet the wind

In your eyes
bluer than the ocean
In your smile
wide as the sky
In your laughter
I find myself crying
In wonder of
your little hand in mine

erikestabrook

lovely poem zaac as I don't like all that you've posted but this one is remarkably moving and well thought

zaac

just kidding. i wish you had posted and told me what you didnt care for. If it is something internal to the poems, I'd appreciate any suggestions. I'm curious to know which pieces you didn't care for and why...just for the perspective I mean. I'd like to know if there are things you did or didnt see in them or if its the style. Sometimes it's hard to see how a piece looks from the inside. It's kinda like the difference between having someone read your poem and reading it to them. You lose a lot between the mind and the paper.

I have a pretty thick skin and not much surprises me, so I doubt you're going to hurt my feelings. Please feel free to let me know. Thanks for the compliment by the way.

zaac