Black Poetry : Timelessness

[Harry Hyman]

Timelessness

Even when the elements split the earth in me
and fling my crumblings into the scattered emptiness
of worlds ground to crushed chaos and smashed collision,
your Love will be my beacon thru the rubble
blinking in the nothingness,
dodging past the brokenness
and guiding me 'til end of Time.

And when Night caves in from stars sucked out
by Age, leaving days and shattered suns
slipping down Eternity at a million midnights per second,
your Love will be my flame in the black wind
blistering in the coldness,
emblazing me with boldness
and fusing me to your Love divine.

And when I measure my Life,
not by the number of breaths I take
but by your moments which take my breaths away
and not by the number of aches I’ve caged in heartbreaks
but by your conquest of my plundered ones set free.
Breathless may be the light of all precious stones
but only your Love shines the polished gem of me.

For I’m stained glass, lost at night,
with a longing waiting mindless
in a trembling fingered blindness
for that moment rendered timeless
when your Love dawns the darkness
and I bathe in shafts of Light.

Namyh​

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[jus_dat_nice]

Beautiful
I loved it
There was something so tender about every word that just touched me

 

[$$RICH$$]

Harry Harry Harry i bow unto u, this was outstanding and beautifully written....wow

 

[Harry Hyman]

JusDatNice - I tried to tap into the "romance" in all of us. In an attempt to express the visions I saw, these words came out. I am so very happy that you enjoyed them and I do appreciate your comments. They put a needed smile on this poet today and I hope its tenderness remains etched in the heart. Namyh

 

[Clyde C Coger Jr]

In the Spirit of Sankofa!

Timelessness...Timelessness


Even when the elements split the earth in me
and fling my crumblings into the scattered emptiness
of worlds ground to crushed chaos and smashed collision,
your Love will be my beacon thru the rubble
blinking in the nothingness,dodging past the brokenness
and guiding me 'til end of Time.

And when Night caves in from stars sucked out
by Age, leaving days and shattered suns
slipping down Eternity at a million midnights per second,
your Love will be my flame in the black wind
blistering in the coldness,
emblazing me with boldness
and fusing me to your Love divine.
And when I measure my Life,
not by the number of breaths I take
but by your moments which take my breaths awayand not by the number of aches I’ve caged in heartbreaks
but by your conquest of my plundered ones set free.
Breathless may be the light of all precious stones
but only your Love shines the polished gem of me.

For I’m stained glass, lost at night,
with a longing waiting mindless
in a trembling fingered blindness
for that moment rendered timeless
when your Love dawns the darkness
and I bathe in shafts of Light.

Namyh​

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Harry Hyman,