[Corneac]

means the world,
the world, the world,
as if the wonders of autumn were beheld in your breath,
the ricocheted colour
of the sky to the ground,

the crystalline winter,
the ice in your eyes,
the warmth, that runs fleeting,
from your stare to my mind,

the families playing happy
when we’re not around,
the love that aims skyward
while I’m on the ground,

I want the world,
the world, the world,
in the palm of my hand,
more than ambition,
the sea, that sand,

I want you, the world,
to sail away,
leave mercury humming
at the absence at hand,
I want the sun to wink down
and the moon to bow low,
to the width of the world-
the breadth of your soul,

[Rain]

Chris everything you write is good...and this isn't any different. I like the repeating of "the world" it came out smoothly. I like the second stanza the most, I like how(for some odd reason) you were describing cold things and then you instantly went to warmth... crystalline is a sweet word too . Great stuff.

[Venomous Vixen]

I have to agree with Tay, your work is rarely lacking at this is no exception, beautiful. The same word struck me 'crystalline' and I do so love when you write about the seasons. That last two lines were my favorite, sort of tied it all in you big sap. Beautiful work, but I expect no less, I did miss it.