So, without further ado, here is a breathtaking poem penned by the one and only Mr. Knight:
On the Wings of Miracles
By Nomar Knight
It's not until I hear your voice
My breath returns
You are the very substance I crave
The melodic sound of whispers
Carried across miles of ocean
On the wings of miracles
No longer lying dormant
My will to survive
Jolts with electrical impulses
As if awakened by an impetuous Phantom
Hell-bent on destroying
Clouds saturated with ambivalence
Shock overtakes me
For the thought of escaping
An abominable crater
Built on self-depreciation
Evaporates when I hear
Your glorious call to life
Shame fills me with doubt
Surely I do not deserve your love
Angels weep and Hell grows silent
If a weakling such as I can be reborn
Then history will fold to mercy
Restoring the balance of ancient man
Speak and sprinkle words
So I can regain my place
In the presence of heavenly beauty
Your tongue nurtures
Your smile fans the flames of devotion
Forever sealing our love with the kiss of life
See? Isn't he wonderful? Be sure to check out his blog at Knight Chills and keep an eye on this up and coming author. I know there will be many great things from him in the future.
Thank you, Nomar, for allowing me the privilidge of sharing your work, and for being the fabulous man and mentor that you are!
~Best wishes and happy writing!~
Adriana
I am touched by your words and deeply grateful to you, my dear friend. Thank you for allowing me to share a little piece of my heart with you and your kind readers.
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Nomar is wonderful - both as a person and in talent. I've been enjoying his poetry and stories for some time now. So glad I bumped into him and then you on the twitter. :)
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