drawn by Broda502/courtesy DeviantArt
“At Your Feet”
What words might I give you?
Elegance from the Orient East?
Perhaps golden nights in The Tropic Isles.
Soothing to the senses.
So too please.
Balmy eyes rest.
Palm breezes blow tastes of wishful sleep.
Awakening with the dew.
What sights would I give you?
Never ending panorama?
Lights that glitter and turn to gamma.
Eyes that see no other.
Hands at your beck and call.
Praise at your feet for all.
What woe could I cause you?
Turn my back in keen?
Let no door be ever seen.
Enmity at your heel.
Gauntlet to the face so real.
No words can show the grief of a love torn apart from the heart.
Only dutiful steps will carry you through the paragraphs of life.
Only you can write your story from the start.
Being careful who you place as characters and their parts.
I, who have nothing to say, say it all, but my words are swept away.
Leaving to another what more eloquently should be said.
And in doing so, I bow down in humility and the lowering of my head.
©2010 H.A.Irwin,Jr.
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