Sweet Desires
Posted on Jan 1st, 2008
by 
elisa
elisa
The wind moves
through my fingertips
as I trace the outline of your face
Your spirit moves me
to tears
the rain pours down upon the river
flows
outward
complete
circle of creation
moving sun's warmth
following my fingers
along the edge
trees
turn leaves
to listen
softly sighs again
remembered
--elisa
through my fingertips
as I trace the outline of your face
Your spirit moves me
to tears
the rain pours down upon the river
flows
outward
complete
circle of creation
moving sun's warmth
following my fingers
along the edge
trees
turn leaves
to listen
softly sighs again
remembered
--elisa
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elisa
August 2008 
mmm, the depth of being…moving me to tears – I love that and at the same time hate it.
interesting, as always :)
:)
made me laugh, why did you hate it? if you don't mind sharing…
Let me clarify: I love your writing! I was talking about the experience of being moved to tears – it feels bad, yet feels so good, you know? I guess that's the part of your poem that resonated with me most – the part I remembered:)
:)
some emotions, when they balance show both extremes and the entire range between them in one moment of experience
some dislike the tears because they are of being vulnerable
ty for answering
Beautiful poem Elisa! So gentle and quiet.
To me tears are the universe agreeing with you that something is truth, something is beauty. She says “Yes, you understand now”.
I agree.