The tide rolls in, To greet the din, Caused by the death of day. And here I sit, Forstalling it, I still have to play Upon the strings Of day-bright dreams And wings of sunset hosts. And the song I'll sing To you I'll bring; To the one I love the most.
You just got the compliment of all compliments from Miss Nan herself!! (ahem) She happens to be quite picky as she is a teacher, and a darn good nit-pick on poetry too! hehe As I'm learning quickly myself, your poetry has a really interesting story behind it....I see your thoughts run deep too.....BRAVO! I also look forward to more of your posts !!
------------------ I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale