Open Poetry #28 |
Idealism |
IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
trees sway and shed golden leaves 'round me the paradox of someone's gentle dreaming falling alone into the hands of time tracing the perfect vision of me and you but you were never there through always loving lucid blues finding lilacs to sprinkle on wrinkled paper, and scented with perfume my words make it exquisite poetess looking longingly to firmaments untold inhaling the cerulean seeping through my pen black trimmed in invisible beauty how did you kiss me.. I find illusion so refined stained with memories of idealism dancing 'cross the fields voice like silken thread comes undone as each note weaves a precious lullaby fragrant lady singing to her baby in the high, high grass one strange song intended for me by you unwove our swing stopped swaying delicately so many ages ago abandoned for lonely meadows of rhythmic inspiration but as it loses its faint momentum does it slow? does it fade away into eternity.. or does it, like you and I ever so softly remain? For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
This is absolutely beautiful and wonderful.I enjoyed the smoothness and insght to this. Crystal |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
Oh my...this is breath-taking. This was like as if it were spken softly. Very nice. SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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