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My Mountain Fantasy
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My Mountain Fantasy |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada 
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My Mountain Fantasy Karen Torbiak 2000 Rounding the corner of this mountain park, soaking up the holy view, shaped by His hand My eyes widen with joy, to take in crags of mountains, and the towering trees I love standing tall and steadfast An amazing site, before my eyes, a mountain goat, skipping, running through the wood not far from me My heart constricts in pain aware for I have no one whose eyes would light as this wonder we would share Along the twists and turns I go, missing not a single sight of pleasure that will refresh and touch my soul deeply My senses sharpen as my ears strain seeking the magic sound that will take me to the place I’ve found within the hidden places The rushing sound of crystal, running stream, fills my ears drawing me closer as I stroll down the path to lower ground My breath is caught in a gasp of pleasure by what I see, set before me in this beautiful glade as I walk into fantasy A sparkling pool, crystal clear, reflecting green in the sunlight, spread out for me alone to see for none other knows of this place The rushing sound of crashing waters make a mighty roar that releases me from trapped flesh that my soul may fly free The towering falls cascade down like ribbons of sparkling diamonds to fill the pool that I have found and send little wave lets against the shore Though I am all alone in this place I am free to set myself in fantasy created just for me that I can share the beauty of this place with one like me I cast my gaze to the crystal, clear, pool and set my spirit free to weave a dream and see that which my mortal eyes had been trained not to see I see him standing waist deep in the center of the magical pool, with a knowing smile lighting a face that shows his joy to see me The look in his eyes tells me that he knows the desire within my heart, is to be held in strong arms coming from a gentle, giving heart I walk close to the edge of the pool keeping my eyes on his as he beckons me to enter the warm waters that are rippling at my feet Dropping my cloths at my feet I walk carefully into the pool and take the hand he reaches out to me, feeling fire ignite as our fingers touch Without a word our bodies meet drawing close as warm waters flow around us caressing our bodies in an embrace of it own magical kind Holding each other heart to heart with arm wrapped pulling close as love is shared within this glen making two become at one complete Our spirits seem to join as one without the need of words to speak, we love each other then to sleep to wake and then make love again He loved me well he loved me right then kissing me gently on the lips he rose and walked within the waterfalls and out of my site As I slowly open my sun-laden eyes I smile a secret smile as I think of words that bring joy to me and are both strong and wise Within this fantasy I have created for me I’ve found the love who joins with my heart in dreams I weave from a heart filled with longing that he will be real someday Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. [URL=http://path2riches.com]http://path2riches.com |
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
That's a wonderful fantasy, Karen, and you paint it so vividly. That's one great thing about being poets....even when we don't have the real thing, we have the imagination to create it!!  |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
yanno?..I had a mountain fantasy once.....I dreamed I was sleeping next to Dolly Parton......then, all of a sudden, I heard Twiggy singing some song about plastic surgery and silicone implants and woke up......yanno?....some of us poor guys have no luck at all.....but, seriously, this was a wonderful piece of work...as you probably know, I rarely get serious about anything, but this was truly pretty.... [This message has been edited by Toerag (edited 11-25-2000).] |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Mountains can do that to us. . . Great poem. . .  ------------------------------------------------------ That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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