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We met once in a lullaby.
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We met once in a lullaby. |
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backstreetdreamer Junior Member Posts 18 |
Her gentle breathing touched me like a faint spring breeze upon my face My spirit fluttered softly like a newborn dream wrapped in white lace, And all around me music played its incandescent poetry In quivering harp stringed melodies that tried so hard to let us free, Like a lullaby that we once knew so long ago, so far away So very infinitesimal, that it never seemed to play, We drifted off into our dreamland for its door seemed open wide And we held each other by the hand, then slowly stepped inside. The evening sun shone peacefully down the church glass rainbow aisle The congregation prayed, then rose to their feet in silence for a while , Then they finished off their evensong outside, birdsong painted shade Contemplating all of the heavenly wonders that the creator had made, As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, like a poem just going to bed We walked together hand in hand in the hush of a day not quite dead, She looked into my eyes I looked into hers, and my soul felt her smile And as we walked back home, the church bells followed for a while. The last streaks of blue turned to purple as they ran down the sky To wait patiently for tomorrow’s dawn , never asking where or why, The moon and stars had lit our path across the painted moor land And we just took our time again, just like all lovers understand, Our lantern in the window brought us peacefully back home again The cloak of silence round us was the blessing that we maintain, Our chimney smoke wrote poetry with the brush strokes of the moon And this poem is the result, which we will send to you all soon… |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Good job. Shows a lot of thought and feeling, and is very descriptive in content. Write on! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
What an exquisite story, the title every bit as beautiful as the poem! I lived the story, all the way through. |
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