Whispers of Love and Poetry
So-soft and surreal, silver liquid moon-drops
tickled the darkened sky… clouds laughed
a trilling melody that soothed my soul;
Alone I sat
amid the parsley and sage
last of the marigolds
hung their weary heads…
… the hour was late
and silent was my corner of the world…
Thoughts danced on moonbeams and dreams-
- slow-danced
to the haunting music of my heart
as I watched, stars wept
for the purity of love…
… why do you love… … … … me
he once asked-
- because to NoT love you
simply cannot be…
Silhouetted bat, night-messenger-of"the-sky
whose secrets do you carry on by
whose confidences were whispered on the breeze
can you carry a message for me….?
But the bat swept on in his night-long-flight
paused not in the rose-scented-night
and so I wove within the breeze
whispers of love and poetry.
Perhaps… those who need to hear it… will.
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Poetry and Art Sharonlee©22-Jul-13
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Whispers of Love and Poetry
So-soft and surreal, silver liquid moon-drops
tickled the darkened sky… clouds laughed
a trilling melody that soothed my soul;
Alone I sat
amid the parsley and sage
last of the marigolds
hung their weary heads…
… the hour was late
and silent was my corner of the world…
Thoughts danced on moonbeams and dreams-
- slow-danced
to the haunting music of my heart
as I watched, stars wept
for the purity of love…
… why do you love… … … … me
he once asked-
- because to NoT love you
simply cannot be…
Silhouetted bat, night-messenger-of"the-sky
whose secrets do you carry on by
whose confidences were whispered on the breeze
can you carry a message for me….?
But the bat swept on in his night-long-flight
paused not in the rose-scented-night
and so I wove within the breeze
whispers of love and poetry.
Perhaps… those who need to hear it… will.
*
Poetry and Art Sharonlee©22-Jul-13
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