There's a chink in your veil
I can glimpse the snowflakes
Fragile curves and strokes
A few of your eyelashes
There's a chink in your veil
I see the luscious lips pout
Glitter the golden sashes
There's a chink in your veil
I beat with your heart
Rejoice in the Spring
Sulk in dark niches
When hopes turn to ashes
There's a chink in your veil
I creep into your leisure
Gaze on past flashes
There's a chink in your veil
So I need not try and fail
To snuggle through your self-
created impasses
There's a chink in your veil
I sneak into the truths
Hidden yet unveiled
Where life with death clashes
There's a chink in your veil
I flow into your veins
And swim in to feel
How the blood rushes
There's a chink in your veil
Like so many other veils
It unveils exactly
Which the "you"of yourself
So poorly suppresses
yOUR POEMS HAVE THE UNCANNY ABILITY TO PAINT A PORTRAIT, NOT ONLY OF THE EXTERIOR BUT OF THE PSYCHE TOO.The lines
ReplyDelete"I beat with your heart
Rejoice in the Spring
Sulk in dark niches
When hopes turn to ashes"
are so beautiful.
After this , all what one wants to do is , to lift the veil.