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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2007-09-22 10:05 AM

Last night I thought I heard the wind,
calling out to me,
From bed I rose to answer her,
to see what I could see,
Across the room a hunter's moon,
shone through window's pane,
Whil'st all the while she beckoned me,
with midnight's sad refrain,
Reaching in and taking hold,
of what one calls a soul,
All that I know is to the wind,
I ceded full control,
Of what I am, of what I was,
Of what I e'er shall be,
I felt her breath upon my face,
I felt her set me free.
Up into the firmament,
Up to heaven's vault,
She carried me to touch the stars,
Ensconced in her exalt.

Sekishu
Junior Member

since 2007-09-17

Posts 36

1 posted 2007-09-23 11:27 AM

This is very beautiful, I like it alot.

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

2 posted 2007-09-23 03:56 PM

Enjoyed...James

Artic Wind
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural

3 posted 2007-09-23 03:59 PM

BEAUTIFUL!

I enjoy your poems Tim

ARCTIC WIND

hoot_owl_rn
Member Patricius

since 1999-07-05

Posts 10750
Glen Hope, PA USA

4 posted 2007-09-25 02:35 PM

lovely indeed...reminds me a bit of one of mine

Of Wanton Muse
~Ruth Kephart~

With muted words of long ago
Speaks muse to me in loving flow.
He brings to life lost inspiration
From depths beyond my own creation.
I hear his voice in clarity,
This calm, elusive deity,
And feel his breath, hot on the breeze,
It brings me trembling to my knees.

I answer, lost beyond all doubt
As words on paper tumble out;
And clasp my pen of gilded gold
In search of something real to hold.
He speaks, I answer, warm reply
Though teardrops trickle from my eye.
My wound not cured by stitch nor salve;
One always wants what they can't have.

And so once more I bid goodnight
To gentle muse and dim the light,
Lay down my pen, pull up the sheet,
And pray for wind to cool the heat.

PoppaLoco
Member

since 2007-09-23

Posts 83
EU, NL, Limburg

5 posted 2007-09-25 06:22 PM

Amazing, first of your poems I've read, but dying to see more. Your style is my cup of tea, I think!
Pops

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