When I look into your eyes
I see the swans in the lake
As they dance in a synchronised ballet.
I see glistening dew drops on white roses
That evaporates to meet the birds in the sky.

When I touch your lips
There is a sensuous softness,
That creates gentle sparks
Of resonating pleasure
That travels from my head to my toes.

When I listen to your voice,
I hear a harmony of tones
Floating through the air
In waves of peaceful motion,
Surrounding me in a cloud of comfort.

What is this bliss I feel
When I am near or far from you?
Why do I feel like I am in a dream
When I have never felt more awake?
Is this the all-consuming rapture of love?


4 thoughts on “Rapture

  1. Genie says:

    Ronnie, you are talented at writing poetry, it’s great to see you using a
    born with talent, because poetry is something that one is born with.
    Poetry comes from a deeper place than the ego, poetry delves into the heart and soul.
    Its birthplace is the unknown mystery of parts of ourselves that are a part of the entire universe.
    Thus poetry that speaks of love, can represent personal love, and at the same time it can represent the divine love that is the golden bonds that we are all joined together with.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ronnie says:

      Thank you very much for your kind comments Genie.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Mél@nie says:

    very nice and profound, Sir…
    * * *
    “Poems reach up like spindrift and the edges of driftwood along the beach. They derive from a slow and powerful root, but we can’t see any words, so open the window of your heart, and let your high spirits fly in and out! Let yourself become living poetry, and if all you can do is crawl, start crawling!”(Rumi)

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    1. Ronnie says:

      Thank you Mélanie.

      Liked by 1 person

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