Description: I'm lost on this one. I figured I could upload and get some feedback and maybe someone could point me in a good direction. There's so much more than angst here, the story here is so complex. This is to my husband.
Re: Love -------------------------------------------
Like the sands, I shift under your weight.
Just a whisper away, I can hear your voice.
I am bound to your howling, Moonchild.
I will listen without choice.
Goddess born. Strayed.
Fire consumed. Yet I stay.
Hidden in a sylvan glory, I wonder if I still exist.
Lost in these grey forests, the bark pallid in color.
Charcoal. Silver. Pearl. Blanched.
I am lost in this wooded mirror.
I find myself wondering if this is a reference to being 'lost in him', rather than 'lost in your own place'. I'm a tad inept in regards to construing personal pieces of text; this being said, I find myself incapable of discerning the negative from the positive energies of this concoction. Because of this, I wouldn't and will not risk making a misconceived critique.
However, what I will offer is overall praise (might as well take the opportunity to spread some good vibes, right?);
you transform physical elements into ornaments- these visuals that say more about what you feel than what you see, and I find nothing more inspiring than that. You feed the brain, provide it with lucid imagery, all the while communicating with the reader directly.
Kudos, fellow writer.