Merging

[Robby Baby (Poet of Amour)]

I saw it merging
...the firefly flitting by in soft evenings dark,
that firefly who's light merged with the tender of a sweet butterfly,
to make a wonderful tenderfly of midnights mysterious light.

I felt it merging
...the glistening of the morning dew,
with the wondeful glistening of thoughts of you.

I saw it merging,
the galaxies and concavities of loves activities,
with the gentle explosions of supernovae of loves bliss,
blessed upon me with a starlit kiss.

I saw it merging,
the sweetness of forever and the aching of finite time,
the sweetness of your forever loves rhyme,
with the strangely sweet blessing of your finite time,
that makes me see you as vintage wine,
that much more appreciating your sublime.

These merges submerge themselves,
into the infinite echos of the feelings of your tender,
this feeling of tender by tenderflies light,
a sweet surrender,
to the fireflies light,
that submerged with the butterflies graceful might,
that might of love that makes my own wings take flight,
to the forever love of this newfound loves night.

These merges embrace the timeless colors of my moments care,
these merges of wordsworthian moments,
that only with you I share.

Merge me into those tenderfly moments,
those moments of finite forever bliss,
that bless me with the tender of your moments,
under a supernova of starlit kiss.

[Robby Baby (Poet of Amour)]

That was very nice! Thanks :) cool to use a quote like that. Nice to see some commentary again :)

[Romantic Poetess]

William Wordsworth:
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William Wordsworth

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
William Wordsworth

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
William Wordsworth

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future.
William Wordsworth

[Robby Baby (Poet of Amour)]

I wanted to do another exercise of merging some stock images I've developed in my poetry. Some of these images have had a personal connotation before, like tenderfly, the timeless colors of your moments, etc, but here, they are being used without the connotations, as images to weave a general image of love.

Embrace the timeless colors of your moments came from a lovely photoshoped photo Vickie posted for me, and I've always thought that phrase was quite lovely :)

I am truly proud of this work. It's very heartfelt, another poem that I think reflects the essence of my heart. It feels good that I can write something as tender as this, but still write something like "Tension and restraint." One wants to be multi-dimensional in their feelings and expressions of love and eros :)

Again, Wordsworthian spots of time refers to wordsworths idea that there are spots of time in our life that are perfect.