Open Poetry #37 |
the moonshadow harp |
RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Home is but the dream, which ye be? The wanderer in me art thou a passing memory! Withering th’ lullaby hills sung- unto the moonshadow harp beyond casting shadows of the past into a moments joy, Though thoughts hath sank beneath th’ tears surface- to look beneath thy breast shall find breathe nor beat thyself shall be more than a memory! Is this the place thou did stand? To long for heaven before death staring up at stars ’tis haunting to watch thee but not notice me- ’twas the moonshadow harp O! How thou once were but in thought, No face dost come so clear as the day hath- in thought ‘tis nothing but a loss of form but my heart hast felt the warmth! To hold a love without a form, who shall care ‘tis th’ heart that fell unto the moonshadow harp beyond- hast brought me visions of thou without a dream ’twas in woken thought I saw thee real, But harps do break and love doth die- th’ memories hath spoken to the final rest too long hath I looked for heaven before death, We’ve both stared at stars all the same ’tis haunting to be alone once more again. |
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Liz Sinclair Member
since 2006-05-06
Posts 93Atlantis |
Beautiful, old world charm. Intriguing from beginning to end. Thanks for sharing. ~Liz...Carpe Diem |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
I loved this. of course as always, -Juju -<>-~-<>-~-<>- |
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juj1 Junior Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 22Laval Quebec Ca |
A style that never fades. Great Read. |
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