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Bare feet on gold.
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Bare feet on gold. |
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backstreetdreamer Junior Member Posts 18 |
Bare feet on gold and the sound of the sea Whisper soft wanderings wash up to me, Dawn colours launder my every most dream With soft echoed goodnights and a good morning gleam, Breezes ruffle my hair, like your fingers again Like you did every time that I couldn’t explain I could not hide the reasons within my own rhyme Until all of my moments dissolved into time. The paint from my brush slowly ran down the wall Wrapped in yellow and bronze, like an Autumnal call That seems so long ago yet comes nearer to me Like sail flapping rainbows that bridge our great sea, Come to me on a whisper of all we have been A quietly sacred and celestial scene That commands every outpost and creates a view Of so many lost instances we had once knew. At the end of our day as we play in life’s gleam Where our minutes fly by like a butterfly dream And your eyes turn to mine like a heart to a soul Until every last one of our dreams become whole, We reach out with the touch and the essence of love With the song of a lark and the peace of a dove Through our window there seems an unlimited peace As we watch the stars drift where they never will cease… |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Dreamer...Tis touched me in a special way. Thank you for posting and welcome to Passions...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ Paul |
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