Opal Sky

[glass otter]

I have come to envy the clouds as they gather to embrace you— though I won't deny the beauty as you gild their rims into halos.

The light lingers at the edges of your eyes,
suspended in the blush of your gaze,
bending like a shy confession.

Sometimes when our eyes meet, I feel as though the slightest breeze might carry me into the endless blue of your particular sky.

I dance with daydream’s whisper of you,
doubts unwound in every pirouette—
each turn of the wrist, a comet's trail.

Touchless, I feel your warmth pulse beneath my skin.
My shadows dissolve against your sweet splendor.

I am the sky's burning font,
stuttering in Morse code:
Wouldn't it be something to be loved by you?

This is a poem I’ve posted a few iterations of a long time ago. At the time I was dealing with a bunch of mixed feelings, and so the poem had some confusing conflicting messaging. I recently started again and decided to make this purely a love poem for a person I’ve grown to really adore.

[dusty wedge]

It is a well refined poem now indeed
The imagery is truly great and the use of vocabulary feels intentional rather than just being redundant.
The poem is well structured as well.
Good flow and pacing, doesn’t overstay its welcome either.
And a great ending to cap it all off.
It’s a great read.

[glass otter]

Thank you so much! Very kind words

[dusty wedge]

You’re more than welcome! You deserve it

[willow socket]

I feel as though the slightest breeze might carry me into the endless blue of your particular sky. - wow now that is amazing

[glass otter]

Thank you 🙏

[glass otter]

Opal Sky