Open Poetry #12 |
Someday |
athena4 Senior Member
since 2000-12-10
Posts 622 |
Someday You rode up on your white horse one day, and took me away with you. Something that everyone says can never happen, but today it did. Today, was every "Someday" little girls dream about. When the world is a wonderland, and love still means forever. When Princes are real, and they do come. And lovers live in castles that no one built, but just always were. You wrapped me in your arms as I stood like an orphan child. Staring at you in disbelief, but looking at you with eyes that always believed. You gazed at me with a silent smile that cut a path through my darkness. Your eyes brought my heart to life again, healing my wounds from dusty years gone by and leaving my scars deep in the murky past. You carried me in your arms, two gentle soft blankets of love, and sat me upon your horse. You mounted the steed and held onto the reins, as I held onto you. No greater force could bond two lovers in such beauty. The horse galloped wildly, racing towards the purple horizon. The clouds were made of cotton candy, and the sky burst open and rained down in pink champagne. The Prince and the Lady rode through the wildflowers and clover, destined for the castle that lie in the distance. It was a storybook ending to a lifelong dream. And the Prince and the Lady will live happily everafter- until a greater force called life... ...turns the page. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
BOOKMARK THAT PAGE QUICK......what a wonderful little piece of poetry this was. I hope your Valentine's day was truely this nice and beautiful. Sort of gives the rest of us hope you know. This was a wonderful read and you capture the reader quite well in it and quickly also and then hold us to the end wanting more. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I have one question. . . Why does the page always have to turn??? wonderful. . . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Somedays are much like miracles- simply things we have never seen before. They are all around us. Be well AT "Time is merely change. It neither enslaves nor determines us. It is instead our opportunity for self-definition" |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
The princess shall live happily ever after, I know she will. Beautiful poem, and I know your dream is just within reach. Luv, S |
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Poeminister Senior Member
since 2000-02-26
Posts 1862Regina SK; Canada |
Beautiful vision in your words, very nicely penned. Poeminister |
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