Saturday, January 24, 2015

Little Words


We dined all night on a feast of words,
drank deeply of vowels 'til our lips were crimson,
discovered concertos in the quietest of whispers,
feasted in a sweat lodge of hopes and dreams.

It was a night of visions, first halved, then doubled,
and a language slowly dissolved,
for love is simple, love is wise,
and love needs only simple words, and sighs.

                                            © niall oconnor 2015


6 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem Niall, topping my list of favorites.

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  2. I love this Niall it captures the strength of love!

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  3. Simply beautiful and easy to digest

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  4. Beautiful words

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