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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2002-11-17 06:47 PM

Long, long ago in sometime when,
Far, far away in mountain’s glen,
At spring’s first thaw was born a child,
Sired by the gods in nature wild,
With angel’s face and silken hair,
Her soul as pure as alpine air,
Raised by the stars, taught by the moon,
From evils of the world immune,
Of life’s perils unaware,
Protected by great grizzly bear,
From newborn babe to nubile child,
In Shangri-La, in nature wild.
One day into high mountain’s valley,
Came forth a man in fortune’s sally,
A man of strength with courage bold,
Seeking treasures; mountain’s gold.
Instead he found a beauty rare,
With angel’s face and silken hair,
A woman-child beyond compare,
With soul as pure as alpine air.
He took her gently in his arms,
Wooed her with his manly charms,
There in the mountains high above,
Taught to her of mortal’s love.
In her heart did maiden capture,
Fulfillment in love’s total rapture,
But then the man said he must go,
Before the fall of winter’s snow,
He left one day before the dawn,
Without her knowing he had gone,
Behind the maiden did remain,
Within her heart, lanced mortal pain.

It is said in mountains high,
So high that one can touch the sky,
The wind sounds oft as if were mortal,
Calling out from heaven’s portal,
A woman’s voice in sorrow’s pain,
Singing out her sad refrain,
Where have you gone my one true love?
I’ll wait forever, here above.
And if you gaze to mountain’s peak,
You’ll see a vision if you seek,
An angel’s face with silken hair,
A maiden fair with beauty rare.

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[This message has been edited by Tim (11-17-2002 06:55 PM).]

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2002-11-17 06:51 PM

The sound of a woman
languishing
can be forever haunting,
as some of your poetry
remains...
forever
haunting...

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2002-11-17 06:58 PM

Enchanting...
Magical....
..simply amazing...
So much enjoyed..a keeper for sure!
~Hugs~

~I've loved you forever, in lifetimes before~

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

3 posted 2002-11-17 07:24 PM

A lovely tale well told. Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....

-Emily Dickinson

Madame Chipmunk
Member Rara Avis

since 2001-12-05

Posts 8296
Michigan

4 posted 2002-11-17 07:36 PM

This has the beauty of old English poetry, Tim...
I enjoyed it very much

~ hugs and grins

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks

scorpio
Member Ascendant

since 2002-10-02

Posts 5178
right...there

5 posted 2002-11-17 07:44 PM

A wind bore lament of love lost...and heart broken...cold empty cries...hauntingly written...

...believe what your heart feels...

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

6 posted 2002-11-17 10:30 PM

Creative...James

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