Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

The Grace of Pure Silver

Enraptured in the clouds,

Is the fire of my love. 

A glacier of wonder,

Is the grace of pure silver. 


A white tapestry of love,

In the burning fires of the sky.

A gentle breeze of assurance,

As letters encrusted in stone. 


I wait patiently,

My hands aglow with steel.

And my heart abounding with a fragrance,

So graceful as to be enumerated. 


I gently seize my remembrance,

As a dreamy mist from the hazy caves of life. 

As an icy gust of starlight,

In the perpetual radiance of love.  


I sing my love to the rainbow sun,

And my memories are colors of light. 

A pool of water is my mirror,

In the reflections of my heart. 


With my silver hands in the clouds,

I miss my love whom I cherish.

As I unravel the earth and heaven,

In the gust of my loving heart.


The Knots Behind my Mind

King David Playing the Harp