I am in poetic flow at the moment, this one’s for you.  Sometimes I don’t know what these poems mean, I wonder what they mean to you?

In the Eye of a Needle

In the eye of a needle,
My soul breathes deep.
I see my heart,
Secrets I keep.

I bury my mind,
In a tunnel of love.
A cave with no light.
Blue sky with no dove.

It’s beyond the horizon,
Seems so far away.
Yet closer than I think,
Honest whispers I pray.

And on a misty morn,
The freshness I feel.
Both of us together,
This dream is real.

I hold out my hand,
Please take it with care.
A nurtured passion,
Leaves my soul stripped bare.

By Clarabelle