Delightful heights,
Rocked me senseless.
How far must I fall,
Cast naked and brave?
An uncertain messenger,
With fractured tongue.
I cherished your words,
Then choked on love.
This brook is your mistress,
Troubled and deep.
No ransom shall I pay,
For your earthly cause.
I shall wade in these waters,
Mourn to lost skies.
Your vanity was suspect,
So awkward in your skin.
coyright Es-tee Miller
“He realized that nothing belonged to her anymore and she belonged to everything.” …Markus Zusak, I am the Messenger
Your words strike deeply Estee. Fractured tongue, I’ve never thought of that before and vanity as being awkward in your skin, Beautiful!
Thank you Jack.. Poetry is meant to invoke thoughts and feelings..