Open Poetry #26 |
Suite:While You Sleep |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
A lullabye sung soft and low , the elven choir to sing. Such restfulness their words inspire, my love has taken wing to sleep, her countenance beset by none of daylights' cares, as harmony of voices blend this world of ours, with theirs. The rift is closed, she drifts away, is carried on the sound, of mythic tongues in lilted verse where dreams are to be found. Through forest of imaginings, they sing beneath the stars, would I could lend accompaniment, my love, as from afar, I gaze upon you softly breathing to their slumber suite. This pen I hold will translate only words, so incomplete. The elven songs that guide you through your passage into dawn, deprived again, for I'm condemned to write of them, and yawn. As echoes stir inside my head like riffles in a stream, let sleep, which has forsaken me, send music to your dreams. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Now Doc...you must know how lovely this is... why, I do believe you've been blessed once again by the kiss of the Irish... and if not, 'tis only because you were to quick for the wee ones... |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Lady In White, Thank you. This one almost sounded as if I'd heard it somewhere before. I'm glad you liked. Doc |
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