Inner Light
Her touch defines the images I feel,
each kiss, a breath from Heaven on my face,
the sheer sensation makes my passion reel
then leaves me with a longing for embrace.
Such beauty is an essence that bestows
and not an image molded by the light,
illuminations, only Vision knows,
are metaphors that pass me in the night.
Though rays of Sun will never light my day,
‘tis only in my mind that I may see,
and though true love shall always light the way,
an inner light reveals her love to me.
Though absence of the light may leave me blind,
her beauty radiates within my mind.
Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Contest - Mile 13
Written 7-1-19 (posted 8-27-22)
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