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Dream Weaver’s Redwood Love
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Dream Weaver’s Redwood Love |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada 
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Dream Weaver’s Redwood Love Karen Torbiak 2000 She has waited all week for this chance to get away from the rush of the city and go to her favorite place among the Giant Redwoods Her sleep was fitful as she could not rest her mind when all she thought about was not sleeping in, for she wanted to arrive before the mist was gone She pulled her car into the parking lot and sighed as she gazed up at the majestic beauty of these timeless trees that fill the ancient forest spread out forever before her Leaning back she takes in the wonder of watching the sunbeams bounce off droplets of mist and dew creating the most incredible little rainbows all along the edge of the wood She closes her eyes for just a second and breaths deeply of the fresh scent of wet morning mixed with morning sunshine, all flowing into her leaving a feeling of complete tranquillity A sound off to her right makes her open her eyes surprising herself as she finds herself standing on a path before her favorite sparkling brook and there before her are a beautiful doe and her fawn As if unaware of her small gasp of delight and her lingering gaze they continue drinking from the edge of the brook that tumbles over rocks and splashes with the morning sounds of jumping fish as they feed Trying hard to suppress a giggle of delight she watches with glee as the little fawn scampers around its mother trying to draw her away from the brook that they may play though the forest Suddenly she becomes aware of a presence at her side and she turns her head to fine a man standing at her side with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes as he too watches the deer For some unknown reason she knows this man, for she feels in her heart he is one she has always known as if their souls have always been united and this wonderful picture of nature at its finest is another thing they share He reaches out to her, taking her hand gently in his, joining them through the sweet touch of fingertips that feels to her more intimate than if they were locked in the heated embrace of lovers As she looks into dark eyes she feels a thousand lifetimes of love shining back at her bringing with them the knowledge that for this man she has spend her life waiting as she learned to love all nature around her Raising his hand to her face he gently traces eyes as her lids close, gently; cheek down to her lips that open on a sigh as they part as if expecting to be kissed by the sweet tips of his fingers now tracing their softness A sound high above draws their gaze from one another as they look up above the loft redwoods to see flying free, a magnificent eagle as it soars high over the canopy of this forest whose age is long lost to the age of men Together, in silence, they share the sheer beauty of that which is laid out before their view and feel the hand of the Creator as they look about them seeing His gentle, knowing, hand in all nature that surrounds them He leads her to sit upon soft moss beneath one of these giant monuments and wraps her in strong arms where she sighs with contentment as she leans her head upon his shoulder that she may feel the gentle beat of his heart Looking round herself she thinks how very perfect it is to share this place of such serenity with the one who understands her soul and feels the same love of these glorious redwood, in all their magic, as she does The sound of the flowing brook mixed with the fresh scent of the wood fills her with a feeling of sweetness that relaxes her spirit, body and mind lulling her to sleep held safely within his loving embrace With a start her eyes open to find herself still in her car causing her to sigh with regret but it quickly turns to a smile as she gives thanks to Dream Weaver for this Redwood Love, as she watches a man walking into the forest and smiles with hope Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. http://path2riches.com |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Karen~ you are writing from places in my heart now.......  this is without a doubt, my favorite...... Warms my heart! Jon and I were married in the Redwoods..........I truly love this....thank you for such a beautiful poem!! -SEA |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
breatheless reading.....wonderful penned and I love the imagery. Charisma |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
How in the world did I miss this and why isn't it still on top, this is so wonderful, it's every dream I ever had, (almost  )I am putting this in my library....... and I know you put your heart and soul into this, how special it is!!! "Always be a first rate version of your self instead of a second rate version of someone else." Marilyn Monroe |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
Karen my long time friend. I loved this the first time I read this. I wanted to say thank you for bringing me to such a wonderful site. The people here are wonderful. I will make this my new home. The poems here are fresh and so much talent. Love and light. Richard |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Karen, you've woven a dream that I remember, as I stood beneath the redwoods...of lost times, far away days...and a love... thank you! Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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