The Gentleman [Ezekiel’s Song]

Words of tender love and hope. Ethereal and beautifully expressed by Daniel.

Daniel Swearingen


In the shadow of modern daybreak he approaches tenderly, a young man with brunette tresses bound by red thread naturally. He is taller than a seraph humble almost shy, and when you look into his eyesight, you see a world that’s born of sighs. In his attitude is passion born of latitudinal rhymes, those words that create mercury that never can oxidize. The wind it flows right through him, all its colors born upright, lest a shadow should be waiting, the sun stands still against the sky. If born of womb and sorrow he would be master of deceit, likewise, he moves above mere element, ages gather round his feet. He strides without aggression, antithesis, of all that is new, his forehead growing lighter, the old woman in his view.

She is three score, nine a lady, with light gray about her hair, she’s been shopping, eyes born waiting, for…

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4 thoughts on “The Gentleman [Ezekiel’s Song]”

  1. this was a wonderful read this morning , Thank you for sharing his words,
    I really liked it,
    Take Care…You Matter…
    )0(
    maryrose

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