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Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2006-05-09 07:33 PM

Your gift, the falling leaves, the growing grass, the arch of
a willow...a writer...a friend.   And each I hold within my
hands, gently clasping them that they might never fall
from my grasp, becoming lost...for I would grieve.

Your thoughts,   so wise and assuring.  So kind and
cheering,   so soft as they echo through my mind,
reaching out to just touch a hand, brush a cheek,
smell a fragrance that beckons me...calls me.

And as the night air cools, as the stars come out to
play and dance upon a comet’s tail....I sit....breathing
in your last breath before you walked away....promising
to again come to me...if only in a dream...a lingering
dream....that I might smile endlessly as I wait.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2006-05-09 08:03 PM

what a beautiful tribute

Bodger
Senior Member

since 2005-06-12

Posts 1260
Tolerance for a short time

2 posted 2006-05-09 09:54 PM

This has to be one of the best I have read

It is something you read again

dave

D.Lester Young
Senior Member

since 2001-12-08

Posts 1219
Austin, Tx

3 posted 2006-05-09 10:03 PM

very nicely done

juj1
Junior Member

since 2006-05-08

Posts 22
Laval Quebec Ca

4 posted 2006-05-09 10:29 PM

Worth the read indeed

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

5 posted 2006-05-10 12:40 PM

"And as the night air cools, as the stars come out to
play and dance upon a comet’s tail.."
oooh, wish I had written that line
beautiful...very beautiful

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

6 posted 2006-05-10 07:00 AM

Your gift, the falling leaves, the growing grass, the arch of
a willow...a writer...a friend. And each I hold within my
hands, gently clasping them that they might never fall
from my grasp, becoming lost...for I would grieve.

It is not often we stop to smell the roses, as our schedules are jam packed with chores of the day, but you have stopped to look and see, all things in this one person, who has touched your life so incredibly...

Amazing poem and such a happy read.

thank you

Klassy Lassy
Member Elite

since 2005-06-28

Posts 2187
Oregon

7 posted 2006-05-10 01:35 PM

to breathe the essence of a friend....lovely, lovely... those evening stars do take on a new vibrance, and your poem is competing!

latearrival
Member Ascendant

since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
Florida

8 posted 2006-05-10 04:09 PM

Thank you, just beautiful, Oh, not for me? Darn! Oh well, I can still dream. lol very good Magnus. martyjo

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