'Drifting'
Smile for her, fall, beg, plead, on your knees, praying for her tears, glistening of my fears, a kiss on her lips, a pause of silence. hold the rope within your grasp, the sudden change of the violent current.
Hand in hand
Hand in hand we walk along the shore stars glistening above yet, as we walk along the water i am not looking to the heavens for i am enraptured by you, and i am lost in your eyes in your eyes, i find peace in your heart, i find hope in your soul
Upon a moonlit night.
Jason looked up at the husky, his green eyes glistening softly in the silver beams of moonlight. "what is it michael?" the husky sighed softly and looked up at the ceiling for a minute.
The surprise of his life.
Looking up into the night sky he stared up into each of the thousands of glistening stars that seemed to be looking back down at him. he couldn't help but wonder if this rationship or even this friendship would last in the long run.
Finding him.
Pausing for a moment in the entrance, i push my most startling feature out of the way of my eyes, the long jet black hair falling in glossy waves to my back.
Bottom Dweller
The strange, glossy doors have to be opened manually, and for added measure they're quite heavy. but after some time, they open with greater ease than they used to.
The Wolf
#2 of poetry when i see nature, i think of the wolf whose eyes always shine bright beautifully with its gentle howling and bark of woof and fur that glistens with immunity.
Sweet Silver
I cannot compare you to stars above, for your light glistens more than they. i am not worthy to ask for your love, and as such, i wish my regrets away. your beauty has enthralled me for so long, i cannot suppress the love that i feel.
Moon Flowers
As dew drops glisten over lily stems slender paws snip and prune under moonlight. her gaze is rapt; eyes like glittering gems but not for me; perhaps the cruelest bite.
Buttoned Up Hero (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the kobold's gaze did not leave the screen, patches of colors glistening in the reflected glow of his scales.
A Lover's Lament
#4 of poetry cool damp a drape of gray the setting sun painting the heavens beauty refined a path weathered familiar a figure wandering as if to forget brown eyes glistening woeful trotting along the path worn
A Cold Embrace
In a rusty, dusted part of my chambers window pane carved into frost by ghostly fingers lies my restless name sickened and dismayed at this ghastly sight of which speaking of the dreadful encounter, nerves began to twitch wiping clean the glistening